Another Tree
A spring tree drifts a blizzard from its life
Through April air. This snowstorm blends the sun
With floating fluff and white. The world is rife
With hope again on this Good Friday. Shun
Old winter’s frozen hair and all it bodes.
Think only of these seeds’ fertility,
Each tiny snowflake carrying warm codes
With life’s near infinite ability
Packed into every swimming message from
The limbs. Present the prose term “DNA”
If that is what you need. That will not sum
Up glowing signs and wonders now at play.
..Complexity beyond the realms of thought
….Is what this morning’s blowing shower has brought.