early morning breeze separates seed from chaff
as the last of our trees begin to bud

black walnut, of course, always late to the party
they'll flower, form fruit, and our pollen season is over

at least until summers weeds begin their harvesting
along ditch banks and fence rows, casting their lots to the wind

And soon the month of May with all her posies and sunny days
She is pink cheeked and breathless as she runs across the meadow

summer picking up speed