The day before the trees bloom
The day before the trees bloom
there is a pale aura that they wear,
a hint of red budding-to-be,
a soft scent in the air.
The day before the trees bloom
their fuzzy lines seem faint,
like sketches by an artist
before applying paint.
The day before the trees bloom
their branches turn to smoke,
before they fill the sky
with green maple, leafy oak.