Dwarf Eureka Lemon
Published 1 January 2021
By Darrell Coggins
The air is cold,
probing clouds smudge the sky.
Expectant;
dwarfed in terra-cotta
it crouches,
grafted to Flying Dragon stock.
Briefly,
breaking through
the sun’s rays slant low.
Illumed in a breath of light
leaves curl, oily and damp –
folded wings waiting for summer.
Pendant,
glinting like tinted pearl earrings,
consorts of fruit
mimic an ornamental crown.
This poem is a public submission created for Red Room Poetry's New Shoots digital poetry anthology.