Rhodora in WinterA Poem by Robert RonnowRhodora in winter, capsule like a claw, remains of the 5-part flower Emerson saw, gone to seed. Deciduous blossoms have their own winter beauty and a power akin to the fittest's survival, self-same that brought me, musing, here. Large globose buds! (that dwarf the rose's but not the butternut's) discern it from other Ericaceae that surround this inland wetland. The Lord all claim to worship is not superior to thou. I'm passing through naming you, your parts, and the autumn elaeagnus who is your neighbor. Good a walk as it gets before edible understory herbs sprout.
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