This one from the wondrously succinct Kay Ryan speaks to me of spring:

"So Different," Kay Ryan

A tree is lightly connected

to its blossoms.

For a tree it is

a pleasant sensation

to be stripped

of what’s white and winsome.

If a big wind comes,

any nascent interest in fruit

scatters. This is so different

from humans, for whom

what is un-set matters

so oddly—as though

only what is lost held possibility.

May I say on this spring Sunday that wisteria too is lightly connected to its blossoms — and it's lovely how they fall.