The Trees Awaken

One last look
Take it.
Before the
Slumber rolls off their
Thin arms
And they notice the
Finches scratching at
Their skin–
Her beggar’s song:
I’m hungry darling
Please bring out your
Beautiful berries from
Winter’s dreamland.

The trees awaken
Before we get a moment
To say
Thanks again for the
Barren and perfect
Rest from summer’s
Greedy beauty.

The trees awaken
Like a flash of lightening
So one day you’ll climb
Up the Merritt Parkway and
All your longing for
Spring will have
Disappeared across
The budded view.