Top Dressing

spring stitched the horizon budding with French knots of red and jade and gold the underpinning of branches began to disappear as the surface danced with pointillism kelly-green cuffed the lawn daffodils were pocketed in among the satin threads of pine bark mulch temperatures fluctuated and though a layer of white snow would still lace the collar of mother maples it was merely winter’s last kiss impossible, truly impossible it was to dress for spring First Published In Mused: The Belle On Line Literary Review Spring 2014