Sunday, May 20, 2018

spring once more

in the orchard pastel blooms
as far as one can see
springtime hope for this year's crop
since winter's ceased to be
the bitter damper with her cold
and darkness that seeks to enfold
and quench the life from all of us

clearly blossoms on the tree
signal that fecundity's
return
despite the harsh white mistress
and her chilling interlude
which we've survived
with certitude

save one
in orchard's oldest plot
her gnarléd fingers naked
in the warming sun
so many seasons she has seen
and multitudes of crops have been
her progeny
enjoyed by one and all

winter's chill it seems
pervades her core
and stills the sacred rhythm
but for one small branch defiant
heavy with the pastel hope
and consummated
with a polygamy of bees
orgasmic in her final rite of spring

that is before she blazes forth
in winter's heart
her last defiance
in the hearth

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