Malus Golden Hornet

A poem praising all the seedlings, fruit bushes and trees growing on my allotment especially the Crab Apple tree. And all the lovely invertebrates too especially the ladybirds.

Malus Golden Hornet

On the way to the allotment
fallen white blossom fills the
pavement cracks. Down on
the plot ladybirds have emerged
and are exploring the dark soil
and damp grass.
Next to the blackberry and currants
the newly planted crab-apple has
new leaves and buds of pink blossom
tight as popcorn. As I cut off the tie
and remove the stake I'm thinking it's
up to you now tree, don't be waspish,
wow us with flowers, sting us with your
sassy fruit and grow like a rocket.

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