The plum tree in my backyard is blooming.
I'm new to recognizing
The timing on these things, but--
February 28 seems early.
Thin branches reach toward the sky,
Diagonal lines covered in clusters of buds,
opening flowers, pale signs of life,
I find myself looking at it all day.
Maybe the flowers are a sign of the climate apocalypse, but--
They are a sign of plums and honey bees, too.