California Orange Faerie

Delicate dainty flowers with crisp petals of peach Climbed off of their vines onto the backs of the oranges The rest of the garden grew silent, watching the show What would happen next? Would there be frost? Signaling the prophecy of the California orange faerie. She only comes to the groves every twenty-second year. Most people lose track before she arrives. Is this year fifteen or seventeen? The oranges had lost track themselves, But the delicate dainty flowers knew. They announced the imminent arrival of their queen.