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.

 
 
 

Flowers and fruit trees
 
tremble when the old man comes
 
armed with pruning shears.

 
 
 

Just before Tax Day,
 
I’m wondering why money
 
doesn’t grow on trees.

 
 
 

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.

 
 
 

While my plum tree blooms,
 
a dog without a collar
 
sniffs the fire hydrant.