april that year..
Small dark quiet space,
a branching, reaching, fingering
of roots, a stretch of stem;
sap is rising -stirring seed, budding tree...
slow, relentless, unstoppable, sweet as air;
old as time...
blossom sketched against bark;
fragmentary blooms suddenly full,
caught in becoming, soon gone.
watch it soar, Spring rolling, reeling;
fragile as the flowers it births, scatters,
then treads upon....