In the Aftermath of Strange Things

It’s February late midwinter.

One fruit tree is blooming

flowering upward in symmetrical spread.

The other bare but for a dozen princess pink blossoms

on a lower left branch.

Reluctant.

Too much sunshine too much rain too soon.

Still, the merlo returned with its exquisite song

small green buds appeared on the sycamore trees

and the grass is lush.

It’s February late midwinter.

One fruit tree is blooming

flowering upward and aspread.

The other reluctant.