One Last Spring

One Last Spring

They say the crab-apple tree is old and dying
and that in the autumn, before her limbs begin to break and fall
they will have to chop her down
and plant a new tree there instead.

But
she doesn’t seem to know that
and so,
against the backdrop of the bright blue sky
her branches,
costumed once again in fluffy snow-white blossoms
sway gracefully, joyfully
as they dance their final ballet.