Apricot Blossom

Apricot Blossom

First blossom of April, you surely must know
That white petals blowing may bring blowing snow.
Will you risk all you have on a dubious thing,
Something as vague and capricious as spring?

Eden’s first gambler, what signs do you see
That tell you to bet on an apricot tree?
The bees are just sirens who’ll lead you astray,
The robins are tricksters whose words are all play.

Oh blossoms who wake to the cranes’ wild call
And hear the far voices and rashly risk all,
May warm April breezes protect you from cold,
And may every bright promise become summer gold.