Angry Tree 3/19/2020
A roseate orb standing watch over Sad Angry Tree,
Bathes deep despair in a shower of golden light.
Sad Angry Tree, guardian of winter’s last chill,
Festers with impatience at new growth's refusal to unfurl,
He stands deeply rooted, protector of all,
Begging the heavens to clothe his mighty limbs.
In silence, branches and twigs remain nude.
Limbs naked for all to see, while white blossoms
and yellow green leaves spring abundantly around him