Eye - Catching Blossoms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Eye - Catching Blossoms
Sitting in an air conditioned van, looking up into a mesquite
tree, it's branches flowing freely in a late morning breeze,
watching, thinking.
Suddenly eyes catch a yellow reflection, looking closer, see-
ing two small yellow blossoms, the only two left on the en-
tire tree.
So dainty and beautiful, God's handiwork treasured and saved
so this mere poet could write them sololy into this little
poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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