Rowan

Balls of white on the rowan tree

This is beauty, shown to me

Pure against the day’s travails

Healing for the heart that ails

Gentle, though the breezes tear

Blythe against the chill-tipped air

Sun-kissed, bright, uncrushable

Hope-bedecked and bountiful

Scented to uplift the soul

Breath of summer, leaves me whole

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