Spring

                         

There’s no going back

For rising sap

committed to engorging bulbs

bursting buds, fixing shrubs and showy plants

with enduring photogenic smiles

before the pressure falls.

This drip fed operation

teems behind closed doors,

The press release reads

NATURE – CALM AS A LUNAR SEA.

Blackbirds sing without scripts

ad-libbing ancient hymns

and one-hit wonders

to suit the more discerning dawn

Sadly, our subtle lives

require more time

to take in mother nature’s elemental cues,

her obligation’s steeped in chaos

like a frilly-knicker-pink azalea’s

bold and brazen hues.

But when she’s forced to make the call

we act like well-intentioned understudies

doing Lear.

We know the lines

and re-rehearse

but have no clue

To why on earth we’re here.