The Promise and Fullfillment

The promising green strawberries have appeared
Not yet of a size to weigh down the spindle branches
Not yet of a color to entice the new born rabbits
Not yet ready for picking and eating
Not yet ready to explode in my mouth with the taste of spring.

Those promising strawberries have grown and matured
Their weight now sharply bends their branches
Their color now calling to the rabbits like a siren
Ready for picking and eating . . . by the rabbits faster than me
Exploding in their mouths more often than in mine.