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

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

 
 
 

Ninth day of April—
 
my daughter-in-law’s cancer
 
blooms with abandon.

 
 
 

Eighth day of April—
 
near pear trees white with blossoms
 
we sip our coffee.

 
 
 

Last day of the month—
 
among the plum tree’s blossoms
 
two doves rest awhile.

 
 
 

my swollen ankles
 
hint at the gloaming to come—
 
first cherry blossoms

 
 
 

Thunder at daybreak—
 
another dozen blossoms
 
open on the plum.