the 5 pm Magnolia tree
is flaunting it’s lemony green leaves again
lush as every rite of spring,
pregnant, fresh, it makes the quaking Aspen

near the hoop house tremble
its leaves alive in breeze
as we, all in this new ensemble,
excited as if on some brink, are poised,
unprepared for what comes next, but resolute,
always pressed by nature
which ever sends the unforeseen
in the arms of the expected
to place it at our feet
tangled but replete
to tease apart, to work it out
to look at it from every angle,
to find a way through every doubt,
but canny, careful not to go for
every fruit it dangles
Jim Culleny