Find Summer

You’d have to be really patient to watch a tree grow

from scratch; not to be bothered by years of pins and needles,

or stillness measured in almost glacial dimensions.

It would be much easier to find a tree already grown,

one where blossom has found its way to the end of twigs,

and stand and stare into the folds of pink and white.

See the movement of the petals in a breeze,

surprised by their own gravity as they fall and land,

waiting for a gust to confetti them about your feet.

You could spend your whole life waiting to be neck-deep in blossom;

the soil of blossoms past making an unlikely grave.

It isn’t just the world which has its own seasons.