Its blossoms full
The air
All
Pregnant, swollen
Until fat drops of rain
Fell like oil
Astonishing as a shooting star
Each drop that struck
A blossom
Caused a snowstorm
Of petals
Thunder rolled like a barrel
Across the oaken vault
Of the attic sky
And the blossoms leapt
Pirouetted
Rested
Red, waxen leaves
Standing at attention
For their fallen leaders
The heralds of the season
Celebrating their own
Spectacular
Fall
And the pores of the earth
Opening to receive the
Unguent
of a
Spring
Rain.
