Sweet Cream Stars

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The elder tree is all the seasons in living form. In the winter it waves from beyond my windowpane with soft wands of brown, accepting the breeze and welcoming heaven's gifts. Come spring it brings forth the buds that bequeath of their verdant song into the air. Blossoms open as yellow floral fireworks and cream petals. In the strengthening summer sun, it becomes a celebration of all that is green, quietly growing its banquet of berries for the larks of the sky. It is a poetic photograph, transient yet eternal, adorning the ground as earth's confetti. elder tree blossoms sweet-cream stars amid lush green humble as a lei