Poetry: Untitled #14

ishte reminds me that today is the last day of National Poetry Month. 'Tis spring, 'tis spring: the verses are on the wing -- not that I noticed, sadly.

Cherry petals fell.
Magnolia blossoms withered.
Lilacs evanesced.

Somebody tell the dogwoods
They're just showing off now, huh?

Oh, well, maybe next year ...

[Crossposted to just_tanka.]