The Costume Ballet of Pleasant Grove
One day in early April, I’ll be given a surprise.
Old Man Winter will have barely trudged away.
I’ll drive up to my house and before my eyes,
Spring will have returned in bright array -
with my front yard trees a part of her costume ballet.
The buds on my pear tree will become florets,
prettily unfurled a creamy white.
My plum trees in bloom will be two coquettes
posed charmingly to the pear tree’s right
and bejeweled in amethysts - to my delight!
The costume ballet is a gorgeous thing to view.
There is no dance, but rather you will see
a movement from block to block of every hue
displayed in early April most gracefully
by my own and every other costumed tree.
(My city is famous for its beautiful trees; hence
the name Pleasant Grove.)
Written Feb. 2, 2012 for Francine Roberts'
english quintain a spring day Poetry Contest
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