Not the year for crabapples

If it's not one thing... it's another.

It is not the year

For crabapples

But when crabapples

Are not in store,

Other things find their way.

The grapevine

Winds its way

Up the crabapple

To reach the sun.

The elderberry bush

Has never looked so good.

At church

There are green beans

At the door

Every time I go in.

I go in more often

These days.

It is not the year

For crabapples.

It is the year

For so many

Other things.