You hear of early risers
but these apple blossoms take the cake
five weeks of winter to go.
Couldn’t they have waited?
Hibernated like bears?
But no, something drove them on,
something shiny and imperious.
Hope maybe? Faith that some
would get through?
They certainly brighten the street
lift the spirit in these cramped covid times.
Little blossoms of faith I photograph
to remind me, and I can’t help hearing
someone whistling in the back of my head,
with his hands in his pockets
always look on the bright side, and I start