5.18.2011

The Crabapple Tree

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.