Haunting yellow blossoming
Trumpet tree in the narrow lane
Ruffled petals of trumpets clustered
In a manner of fruit not flowers
Crop of spring trumpets mellow
Egg-yellow satin Satan
Dwells in trees such glaring
Wearing glaze mesmerizing maze
Tubular tenderness stillness
Of avalanche bunch ripe
Bursting trembling
Tree enchanted
Snowing raining angels
Dressed in nectar sunlight
Frills
At the edges
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