Four days past Easter
 
a crow on the backyard fence
 
mocks me as I mow.

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My backyard plum tree,
 
on the day after Easter,
 
still flaunts its blossoms.

 
 
 

On Easter morning
 
the plum tree in my backyard
 
flaunts fresh white blossoms.

 
 
 

In my backyard plum
 
on the day before Easter
 
a wren builds her nest.

 
 
 

Third weekend of spring—
 
my backyard plum keeps blooming,
 
though I’m on the road.

 
 
 

Last day of winter—
 
a robin in my backyard
 
gulps a dozen worms.

 
 
 

Last days of winter—
 
fog blanketing the backyard
 
hides my leafless plum.