Rachel's Floetry

Fall Trees The blond-ing rabble make a few flush ruddy enough to shed hay. Crowns burning like brand new copper pennies. Some with flaxen weeping heads, drumming fingers or knobby sockets. Spring Trees Spring is like a post-wedding afternoon. Branches brushed with bursting party poppers, swooning mops, dabbed and dotted with earlobes and cotton balls, below bellowing blossoms and star…