the fried eggs of my most generous tree begin to appear,
and when they themselves fall, landing, without fail, sunny side up,
everywhere and anywhere, draped over the shrubs, the ferns, the tall grasses,
or snagged by the spider webs and the roses' thorns,
all the barren plants of winter together with the fence suddenly bloom alike
in carrying the donated eggs of the excellent franklinia axellaris
vivid and beutiful
ReplyDelete*beautiful*
ReplyDeletethanks, Melinda!
ReplyDeleteWonderful. I had to google the plant to see what it looked like and sure enough they do look like fried eggs.
ReplyDeletethanks, Myron. They are well named, aren't they! Quite a sight when they blanket the whole front garden.
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