Apr. 28, 2016

Twigs and Blooms

Sun heats each twig
Feverishly buds emerge
Birds swoop
Finding a home
Tucked into the crook
Of a limb
Soon to be surrounded
by the aromatic blossoms
As the flower gives
It's presence known
Count each one
eventually they will
Be fruitful
Baring the apple's
Red, golden delight.

Christine Swiderski