It all happens so fast

It bursts green out of the bloody red spring
of young radish sprouts in giddy new mayhem

and ends, in an immeasurably ironic reversal,
with damp raptures in a crowded wet summer-

the orange giggle of pin-oak suddenly pokes
into the quick shimmer green of north white light

and speeds up waving crisp blue curtain beams
through the too early close of a frost black snow.