dressed for spring

midway up the hill

the neighbor’s weeping fig

is dressed for spring

a gown of bridal white blossoms

shielding leafless branches.

at the little white house on the summit

pink petals are shyly unfurling

on the Japanese magnolia,

while down the street at the park

the bradford pears are in full flower

and the scent of peppercorns and musk

chokes all who pass by underneath.

in our own wee patch of eden

fuchsia flowerettes star the arms

of the redbuds like anemones

and in the wilderness beyond the pines,

the forsythia is waiting to erupt into sunshine.