Unusually, I’ve driven the same twenty miles
Three days in a row.
Unbelievably, it has changed day to day.
Day One the cherries bloomed white,
While the hill glinted with a shimmer of green,
Black branches and trunks underneath.
Day Two the trees mixed the reds and oranges of fall
With the purples and yellows of spring.
Day Three the dogwoods opened.
From one day to the next: the dogwoods!
And even here, on the farm:
There is a green tree that yesterday was not.
And today the apple trees are covered with flowers.
Yesterday they were not.
If you feel like there is nothing changing in you,
That your yesterdays extend back and back, all the same,
Perhaps tomorrow is the day the blossoms emerge in your life.
Wait for it. It will surely come.
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