I wonder if the trees,

Not having weather reports,

Know what each day will bring?

And if the buds are slipping out,

Then

“Ooh, should have stayed home! ”

And try to get back into the womb,

And the flowers who braved it a few days ago,

Been knocked to their knees,

Can recover for the real spring -

If it comes -

If summer doesn’t insinuate itself  

And take over 

Before Spring has a chance.

There are trees who have not yet released

Their greens, or  blossoms, 

For that matter -

Now were they just being smart? 

Confused?  Timid?
Did their roots know something the others didn’t?

Were there whisperings back and forth

Under the ground .. or through the bare branches?

Waiting for just the right moment

To burst. 

asking _" When? "

copyright ;  Susan Kohn Green