Cherry tree dropped her skirts

last night, blowsy pink all Vevet white

& the redcurrant subtle turns

from flower to acid leaf.

 

Lily & marigold pat their beds

& the sunflower from seed

raise their heads & whisper

to a warm spring breeze

 

why me , why me?

 

Yes I have Dryads in my trees

a green canopy of filtered sky:

sometimes on a summer’s night

I close my eyes

 

& watch them fly

& watch them fly.