April Showers

Curtains of rain a hundred miles long 
billow
under a level gray valance
of clouds.


Blown by a cold west wind they
reveal
and conceal
wrinkled mountains
stark under fresh snow.


I am made dizzy
by migrating streaks of sunlight
Swooping across the foothills


Until
my view is obscured
by a flurry
which could be snow
or the first blossoms
of foolhardy apples
lost to the wild wind.

Crabapple

I remember
Sitting under dappled pink shade
Vibrating with the drone
of a thousand thousand bees
Intent on the work
of tasting every blossom.
I was as drunk as they
on the delicate scent.