Mountaintop Poetry

March 20, 2007

Bradford Pear

You are the first to show off your gaudy spring plumage

and then quickly fade to a formless dull blob.

Your sickly sweet cloying odor overwhelms and offends me

–masking the other more subtle aromas of the season that I treasure.

At the first sign of stress

or w-i-n-d

You crack the middle

Leaving your previously sculptured symmetry hideously disfigured.


Yet, you are everywhere I look. Everywhere I look. Everywhere I look.

Apparently for some unknown reason everyone wants you around.


You are the Paris Hilton of trees.