On a slender stem

Balancing and barely blue

Four tender petals

 

Welkin symphony

Peals a thundering chorus

In the chord of storms

 

The clouds are warships

Dark-hulled and rigged in full sails

Armed with cannonries

 

In a single bloom

A constellation of grace

Beyond what I know

 

All the flowers fall

First petals, then pods with seeds

Earthbound to increase

 

She’s firm as a stone

The marvelous fruitful core

Of an August peach