Comment on this
by Casey FitzSimons
May pansies regularly wither now
in hard heat. Plum’s petals (all)
blown off by end of April, pasted
to wet windows (some) and, finally gone,
leave fingerprints. Now sour dwarf fruit
comes in on shoes to stain the carpet.
I’m not consoled by deep grass
around the apple trees or apples falling
by themselves or bumblebees
feasting on lawnmowers’ applesauce.
Or by hardy yellow roses climbing
cold chimneys or even by children jumping
in and out of plastic pools. It hurts:
losing spring to sturdy vegetation
that overwhelms the buds of its own
resurgence, me knowing
its abundance too will have to go.