Finery
The trees are sporting finery
I've not seen in a year,
In just the nick of time before
The month of May is here.
They aren't fully decked out yet;
Accoutrements await,
But slowly they're preparing
As if going on a date.
Their branches draped in color now,
They preen and bide their time
'Til filled with fruit and flowers
They'll be fully in their prime.
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