The tree leans heavy
Laden with the blossoms
Accented by somber leaves
Her ripe femininity
About to burst
The tree leans heavy
Branches drooping
Under the explosion of petals
That fill the crown
Like a river of snow
Laden with blossoms
She breaths heavy and deep
Her breath perfuming the air
While she bends
And her branches brush the ground
Accented by somber leaves
The tree recovers from her birthing
Marred petals piled
Like snow about her feet
That waft a petulant perfume
Her ripe femininity
Has retreated
Leaves lost in the gray dawn
Delight in sunlight
Sparkling like new-found banners
About to burst
With the cares of age
She leans forward
Stealing against time
Until she can
Lean heavy
Laden with blossoms accented
By somber leaves
Her ripe femininity
About to burst
In spring’s light once again
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