Delicate white buds, pink-tipped,
tightly furled on barren branches,
battened down against the wind.
The weather oscillates:
sun rays conduct a premature warmth
interspersed with cold and rain.
And still a mass of pristine blooms
tinged with roseate blush bursts out:
a profusion against the azure sky.
Each year the almond tree awakens us:
don’t wait for perfect days
– put forth your flowers.