The frozen fennel flares its fronds
As icicles form on farmyard ponds.
While other flowers droop and die
This tattered treasure braves the sky,
Copying blooms of sunnier days
And mimicking the sun's bright rays.
Like Christmas stars the flowers gleam,
Each one a little shining beam.
Like a pale star on a moonless night
Each gives a gentle creamy light.
Unnoticed in the balmier days
And starved of any fulsome praise,
The fennel now has pride of place,
Frozen in beauty, fixed in grace.
I'm glad I subscribed to comments on Rose's latest ABC post and saw your comment about the fennel. Your poem about Too Much Information expresses to a "T" my sentiments about the warming thing Well done!
I love it! Who knew the simple fennel had such beauty and grace--you've given this airy plant the praise it deserves. Thanks for writing this poem--I'm going to make a copy and keep it! Wishing you a merry Christmas!
This is a great poem, Brenda! I love it! The picture is beautiful but with the addition of your poem it takes on a new light. The last line really does sum it up!
Good morning, Wanted to wish you and yours very Merry Christmas. I'm going to be pretty busy the rest of this week and into the middle of next. So I won't be around blogland too much. Thank goodness for being able to post ahead.
Great photo and poem! Love the "mimicking the sun's bright rays," because it is accurate!
This is really nice:)
A wonderufl poem! Makes something special out of something ordinary! Very nice!
lovely photo shot,
amazing take on the theme.
i just can say in simple way... i can feel the breeze and warmth, the words are shown a moment to remember.. *sigh*
A lovely poem and perfect photo. Much enjoyed.
Even frozen fennel is fodder for the poet's pen! Well done!
Spirit of Christmas
What a gorgeous poem! You've taken fennel from ordinary to sublime!
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