dogwood

never saw those mountains

unveiled before.

a shark's jaw

sawing at the blue infinity 

over there. beyond.

much closer than I thought.

still six weeks or so

til the rhododendrons

pop their buds.

maybe four,

i don't know enough

about them.

by then

the early white exuberance

of the flowering dogwood

will be done

the petals down,

nesting on the fallen needles

of the scrawny firs

that shade the mossy,

neglected lawn.

and the jagged range

that tries to eat

the sky

will hide again

in summer haze.