there’s popcorn
on the golden plum
spring is in the air
sunshine
is falling
across the grass
caressing
not burning
this
is a threshold
a time
of change
seasons blur
on moment
I’m in
the winter chill
one moment
I am holding my face
up
into a sunshine stream
and popcorn
is dotting
the bare branches
of my golden plum
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What great imagery, Frank. Popcorn. 🙂 I really love it.
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Cheers, Tracy. The plum opens with just one or two blossoms initially and then fills out. I always think of pop corn.
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A marvellous intro to the new season
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Thanks Derrick. The plum tree is always first out, though the wattles are coming along, as well.
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