At the end of the neighbour’s garden
It fills the window frame from side to side
Like a living Pissaro
Four foot by three foot of
Blooming white blossom
Sometimes
Capturing the birds
As though singing in the snow.
Twill eventually fall
Like confetti
Marrying the pear buds to the branch.
Wojja Fink
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-that-pear-tree-again/
