Survivor of winter, nasty sprays and weekly
Beatings. Destroyer of foliage, branches and
Flowers. Crusher of my hopes, my bounty and
Spring anticipations. But your sticky celebration was
Delivered too soon. Your spirited flights of joy
Sputtered as I rose out of the chilled basement,
Into the May sun now teetering above the
Barren trees filled with paratrooper sparrows who
Dropped onto the field of battle,
Swept you from the field and
Ended your dominion.