Thursday, May 9, 2013
The bold strokes of their branches already applied, trees welcome
the pointillist's dappling, for now but a thin veil of vibrant color.
This barely-unfurling, still-becoming green is tender, innocent,
as yet unspoiled by the unseemly dust and grime of urban summer.
And oh, for just this moment, how it glows against still-gray bark
and branch of other, envious trees!
(This reflection was originally posted 5/20/11)