Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Pear, in Blossom -- a poem

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.'

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