UNDER A TEAL SKY
She
sleeps
alone
all Winter,
naked and neglected,
a dark, stark assemblage of sticks,
coarse and rejected.
Till Springtime warms her sleeping bones.
Blesses her with a rosy hue.
Dresses her in a lacy cloak.
Vermillion-tipped pink
blossoms bloom.
Under a teal sky,
she
Is
Goddess
in this hidden glade.
Queen Crabapple Tree.
Bees
bow,
buzz and
dance in attendance.
Her stately presence
enriching their lives
with golden nectar
to take back to their hives.
A force of nature
feeds her soul
each year
for
you
and me.
We love to see the blossom tree
regenerate and
be.
VGow
26/09/18
