Where've you been sulking, wallflower Spring,
jilting us 'til just about June?
(At least--last night I looked on Google--
here in the Bay. In Alberta,
Calgary, I kid you not,
it's a summery 74°!)
But chilly shoulder or not, your charms
are blossoming--blush if you must--
in vain you think them invisible.
Those purple-leaf plum-trees have pluckable fruit;
not purple enough yet, and tasting--tart
'd be a word for it--but we can wait.
