A yellow star shines
spreading out in five white sparks
holding tight yellow rays popping out
in specks of pepper:
Blossom clusters fill the tree
petals flittering in the April breeze
perhaps from times before we breathed
imagine rather a million wings
of fairies dancing while the tree sings.
Perhaps each spring when the sun calls
and warms the earth from winter’s thrall
and while our eyes see petals bright
others see fairy wings, smooth and white,
ready to fling with their delicate wings
fairy dust that pears in autumn bring.
Dark heads bobbing
The star exploding
Dust is floating
All in the tree
for you to see.
Photography and Poetry by Sheri Edwards