Rough Winds

We parked the car
and ran across the street into the house
in wind and hail.

A dinner later,
calling our goodbyes across the still, dark street
we found the car
enrobed in blossom, bumper to bumper, lamp-lit…

Embellishment too early snatched
from branches which had just this week
expressed their flowers.

Listen to this poem — read by Zawe Ashton