I have a very limited engagement,
once a year, perhaps for a week.
My performances inspire artists and poets.
Emperors and peasants stop
to enjoy a moment under my boughs.
So imagine my displeasure
to see I’ve been upstaged
Clinging on my elegant limbs,
freezing my barely unfurling buds!
I simply cannot work like this.
If you can’t arrange for the proper conditions
for me to truly display the extent of my beauty,
I’ll simply stop performing
and you’ll have to wait until next year.
See to it this doesn’t happen again.
Actual picture of a tree in the Philly burbs on 4/9/16 taken by a friend, Christine Strieb
Song Choice: Primadonna by Marina and the Waves
This poem was inspired by Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Transforming With Nature's Words and by the cherry blossom trees who's peak bloom was cut short by an odd "second winter" in the Philladelphia suburb area (boo!)