Spring Suspense
Every spring I eye that
tree with trepidation.
Is it dead?
Will I have to pay a high
price for removal?
Will I stare at a tree
stump and grieve its loss?
Two trees stood at the
front of this property.
They were part of the reason
why we chose it.
One died.
Every spring, I watch while
other trees green up.
Then finally a couple
months in,
this late bloomer joins the
land of the living.
Will it this spring?
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