The morning sky is clouding up <br />and what is that tree, <br />dressed up in white? The fruit <br />tree, French pear. Sulphur- <br />yellow bees stud the forsythia <br />canes leaning down into the transfer <br />across the park. And trees in <br />skimpy flower bud suggest <br />the uses of paint thinner, so <br />fine the net they cast upon <br />the wind. Cross-pollination <br />is the order of the fragrant day. <br />That was yesterday: today is May, <br />not April and the magnolias <br />open their goblets up and <br />an unseen precipitation <br />fills them. A gray day in May.<br /><br />James Marcus Schuyler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/april-63/
