We had rules
An elaborate though
Predicable protocol
An understanding at least
Historians will eventually
Chronicle a treaty
Just yesterday
All was in order
Lush warm fragrant
Trillium blanketed
Creek banks in drifts
White flurries
Of apple tree petals
Blew across lawns
However we all agreed
In delicate negotiations
These were merely metaphors
Then too rudely
A sudden small blizzard
Broke with all decorum
Politesse abandoned
Distressing us all
In smothering
Lilac tulip hyacinth
The grace of blossoms