Too Late

I should have written this poem
two days ago when the
trees were faint chartreuse clouds, a
dogwood gleaming white
through the haze, 
wisteria high above the houses 
in the pine branches.

But I didn't and today
the leaves are
tending towards their
summer green. Hiding 
spring.

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