The Post Office sweeper
      was gathering up
      fallen pick blossoms.

I hadn't noticed them
      hurting the sidewalk
      all that much.

In fact I hate to admit
      I neglected noticing them
      on the tree.

Which should be a crime...
      not noticing
      Spring's pink blossoms.

A moment for blossoms
      needs to be included
      in springtime agenda.

To make blossoms wait
      a more convenient time
      is ultimate folly.

As foolish as any of us
      postponing life moments
      to a convenient future.

Even beautiful blossoms
      have their season
      all too soon.

I stopped mowing
      for a new priority...
      wild strawberries!

I stooped in hot sun
      to search and pick
      sun-scorched rain-flooded.

Yet they persist in living...
      blossom at Crucifixion time
      give fruit on Memorial Day.

They produce sweet delicacy
      for the world
      "in spite of."

It is encouraging to know
      the same DNA life force
      dwells in us too.

So wild-strawberry people
      blossom and give fruit
      "in spite of."

Something to think about
      in a pause from mowing
      on a hot sunny day.

Surviving...
      bearing blossoms and fruit
      in-spite-of!