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
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