I have noticed cross-over days
When one thing holds my attention
Like bright starred daffodils
So robust and sure of their time
Allocated by divine Order
Then bluebells
Ascending,
Bursting forth
One diminishes as one ascends
But for a glorious day
Both hold beauty in their beings
And bless me as I gaze upon them
Like the cherry tree
Soft delicate petals tower high
Beneath them leaves burst
While the apples who surround her
Take more time with their blossom
Then
For one or two days
Both cherry and apple
Gloriously
Beautifully and perfectly
Show me their most delicate parts
Before cherry drops her petals
And apple ascends into full pink perfection
the river is covered with discarded husks
No more need for the sheath
Where once new leaves hid
The wind has dispersed all need
For protection
The river takes this unnecessary fibre
Far out to sea
Where it will sink
To be made into food for monsters
And returned back to our table
Perhaps
If it weren’t for plate tectonics
Mother Planet
Would have silted up
Eons ago
Now is a messy
Glorious
Time of year