The plum tree in my backyard is blooming.

I’m new to recognizing
The timing on these things, but–

February 28 seems early.

Thin branches reach toward the sky,
Diagonal lines covered in clusters of buds,
opening flowers, pale signs of life,
I find myself looking at it all day.

Maybe the flowers are a sign of the climate apocalypse, but–

They are a sign of plums and honey bees, too.