I dislike Spring pruning All those dead branches that must be stripped To bear good fruit, so necessary I’m no Master Gardener I’ve made mistakes before, confused Choosing which ones to cut away Which ones I should let stay Make no mistake With proper pruning the Springtime sun Magnificently promises Seemingly spent branches Flowing silently, secretly with new sap New buds, fresh leaves and blossoms And delectable new fruit Fruit so succulent Better because of the pruning May I cut away the dead branches of my life And may I not mind the pruning Waiting for the Master Gardener’s promise