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Real Name: Larry D. Jennings
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Azaleas
From burgundy to steely grey they bloom like stars but never sparkle in the night. Small buds crowd through those galaxies for room to add their hues. They tax each branch’s might,
infusing bright kaleidoscopes. What task each bud and flower undertakes in Spring before new leaves appear! Azaleas mask their barren limbs with rainbowed shades which bring
a lovely change to brown and dreary space left by the winter’s chill. I recollect my time spent twenty years ago. Our place was wild and gardening was circumspect
but seeds and snips of plants were sown and grew into an Eden that I never knew.
Thanks Daniel!
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Very, very lovely Larry!
Reading this "pretty" poem has me yearning for Spring even more! I gave two Azalea plants, next to my garage. They've been there at least a decade and bloom for a few months -- a pretty deep pinkish tone.
Enjoyed the read, rhythms, colors! -Cleo
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