Spring Pruning

needle-sharp emerald tresses
lie discarded on the ground --
roses weep

black plastic garbage can
dances with canes --
stalks remain

red swords cris-cross bare arms
wounds of victory --
thorns lie in defeat

bee hovers anxiously
above snapping shears --
trimmed trumpet vine

grape vines decorate
the waiting ground --
dreaming of the harvest

lilac buds peer anxiously --
as pomegranate branches draw hopscotch
on the ground