Thanks to several who tweeted me their thoughts (including some very poetic tweets) on the glories of this amazing  spring.   Here’s the next poem, inspired by YOU.

Fertility Dance

The ruffled arms
of cherry and pear,
shimmy in the breeze
like Carmen Miranda’s sleeves.
They cast their net of scent
into the blue sea of May,
fishing for bees.

And a beautiful photo of a crabapple tree that accompanied a tweet.   “Crabapple” just didn’t fit the rhythm or linguistic aesthetic   of the poem so I changed it to “cherry and pear.”   Poetic license, don’tcha know!

Now how about some tweets about that hail storm?