Richard Kenny, ‘Plume’

In the orchard
puffs, plumes,
odd gusts –
when suddenly
the trees toss up
their blooms at once:
white petals
chimney up
and braid together
in the sky
like sweet smoke
from the same flame –
so beautiful!
And still, a shame.

Richard Kenny (b. 1948) is a poet and professor of English at Washington University.

I’ve been waiting for the spring blossoms to come out to post this poem.