Fruitful Spring

Last year the crab trees did not flower
They flower at their will or at nature's calling
,at times, tire their limbs  
and take a biennial holiday.
 
I walked the wood today, swelling buds,
pink beneath the leaves greeted me
We shall have flowers this year!
I hope the bees take note, (I know they will )
 pollinate the flowers to glory in the sun,
crab apple jelly this Christmas, butterflies  
in July among  buzzing bees and hover flies
tumbling green finch and blackbird
Hope's eternal promise  ...  ...
there will always be tomorrow.