Apology

I'm sorry that
the meadow has not drained
and is flooded murky brown
I'm sorry that
the trees,still grey,
shake their skeletal arms in the wind--
that the buds on their skin
are still prepubescent
and unpromising
I'm sorry that
it snowed after spring break
that I wore wool socks
to Palm Sunday mass
and that the deer ate the tulip
next to the mailbox

But most of all
I'm sorry that
I asked you to define your terms
and provide examples--
that I asked you
to put shape to assumptions
and form to assertions
that you would prefer
to keep sleeping
and safe
from probing
under the thick
dense
April ground

This was written in response to one of Big Tent Poetry's prompt from two weeks ago....