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Holiday Lemons

October lemons, green as limes
merry yellow by Christmas time.
Hard rinds wind round from ground to roof
through sizzles, drizzles, weatherproof.

Without its fruit, a twiggy bush,
20 feet high, but not much lush,
body spreads unshaped, branch tangled,
structure grows with awkward angles.

Reminds me of the Peanut’s tree
a kind of homely plant we see,
that beautified with decoration
becomes a source of admiration.

When nature’s ornaments turn ripe
juicy bulbs, hooking bark, glow bright.
Teardropped leaves become angel wings
fly with lemons that scent and swing.


Comments on: "Holiday Lemons" (2)

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