Pear, in Blossom
The pear, come to full glorious stench
of beauty, throws herself at spring
before all other trees. She blooms
into the sky. A promise hangs
upon her branches, to bow with
all green-gold homage in their season,
as ripeness comes to she who now
will stand so modest in her white.
Stephen Brooke ©2014
I jotted down a few words when the pear trees were blooming last month and went back to finish writing this short piece today. It is probably enough, as is --- I do hate to 'overwrite.'