The Plum Tree

The Plum Tree

I missed the blooming of the plum tree this year

I only noticed the plums when

They emerged in velvet red/purple attire,

So many party goers at some grand ball

I didn’t notice them in their small, green beginnings.

I skipped over what they were, to what they became

I feel the press of words at my throat

I labor over them, try to sweep a jumble into

Something so lovely, so sweet

That you will taste it in the words

 But the ends seem to matter more than the means

And

We only see the plums when they are red