Sorrowful

Peach trees bloom
At the same time each spring.
It is a matter of timing.
As the axis tilts,
the sun shines,
the air warms.
And the tree knows the time has come.
It is a wonder that peaches come to fruition.
A late frost
seems to often wipe out the crop,
freeze the blooms,
   full of hope and life,
and they fail.
Each spring,
   though,
the trees bloom,
hopeful to produce the fruit--
   the progeny. 

 Knowing, sorrowfully,
what may happen, and
unable to change Spring’s cruel course.

Spring 2009