scrappy tree
fallible reasoning
finite thinking
i can't always see
forest through
trees show signs
of life and dangle
show off.stand a
little straighter.
the cherry tree
that i discounted
counted as dead
and done for puts
it back in my face
with its very much
alive and kicking
blossoms-little leaves
i'm glad i waited.
in my haste for
accomplished tasks
checked off to do list
i gave it a long shot
six more weeks of winter
dead thorn in my side
i shook my head
second guessed each time
i looked out the car window
down the driveway
beating myself up for
not yanking it out
in october.
here it is now april
eighty degree days
undeniably happy
sunshine and kickball
tournaments.swallowing
the heart in my throat
everytime katie takes
off down the road on
wobbily bambi legs and
her pink plastic
rollerblades.
and the trees
could not be prettier
heavy and heaving
flower laden and boy
was i wrong,again.
impatient.
impulsive
ready to take
the bull by the horns
(its a metaphor-
but it actually
really happened)
i would have missed
the stopping to smell
the days splendor
spoil.this great come
back and restoration
knowledge that there
must be fruit or it was
doomed for the garbage truck
that comes each friday
to take all that doesn't fit
into our municipal
issued blue trash containers.
out of the ashes
through the brutal wind
unrelenting winter
it's here and growing
shady spot in the making
i realize that crossed
fingers and skinned knees
are all worth ripe
and rainbows arrive
only come after the storm
time marches
happy two two time
or in time to a dirge
only i can hear its melody.
cherry tree sonata.
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