Finery

The trees are sporting finery
I've not seen in a year,
In just the nick of time before
The month of May is here.

They aren't fully decked out yet;
Accoutrements await,
But slowly they're preparing
As if going on a date.

Their branches draped in color now,
They preen and bide their time
'Til filled with fruit and flowers
They'll be fully in their prime.