4/4/19

Trees I’d never seen in bloom
Now begin to flower. White drops
Cluster roundly, saving room
For greening leaves to grow.
Wind-whipped branches that I knew
Cease to sleek above the copse
Weighed by pregnant bustles strewn
From spire to ground below.
From my window every day
Lean spindles swayed. Their form
Now so altered to portray
A wholly new tableau.
Life has flashed with sudden haste
Driving an unknown reform
Might still beauty be encased
That I have yet to show?