Tuckets heralded the long-awaited arrival.
Birds chirped and flitted from branch to
branch. Spring, however, had to bow
once more to Old Man North Wind.
What did I spy this morning?
The tree. The tree brought back
to life some twenty years ago with
ground fertilizer plugs. Now rotten.
One big gust like blowing out
birthday candles and Old Man North Wind
had an easy task of blowing an entire
limb down. We’ve talked some two years.
Now the decision has been made for us.
In anticipation we planted new trees
and must patiently wait for them
to grow. So sad when the old ones die.
Just like humans past their prime.
Now slowly but surely one branch
after another decays and falls. Life
cycles for all of us. The tuckets
will have to return another day
when spring is actually here. Some
of the birds brave our winter and
peck at the house of bird seed.