It’s the morning after the gala,
and even the Cherry admits
she overdid it this year.
The Lilac’s purple litter
has fallen and faded,
and the King’s crown
lies in state.
The canopy’s canvas
is bourgeoning with green—
twenty different shades
of verdancy gleam
in fourteen splendored
hours of sunlight.
The blushing boughs of April
a distant memory,
now in May
our gaze falls down
to those petals we must cultivate.
May 9, 2019
Flagstones 