Great Anticipation

Greatest anticipation
as the crabapple buds
first appeared, then uncurled,
and showed us
a gorgeous, fragrant,
monochromatic pink
bouquet.

I watch the harsh wind
take the brightest, darkest,
pink petals into the sky,
then land in cracks
of the pavement below.

Ever nearer Beltane
now draws toward me,
as the wind leaves only
the palest-flesh color
of the tree's vibrant display.

Greatest anticipation
now remains for me
curled in the buds
of each sunrise,
still bound up tight,
waiting to uncurl
with Beltane's arrival,
and bloom in
even more stunning
sights and scents.