Fogwood [edit3]

[dukealien]

edit2;


March Carolina dogwoods
float popcorn-blossomed
between dew-grassed earth
and vague sailcloth sky

as if trees were fountaining
whiteful joy from upright trunks
through boughs and branches deep into
a breath-held overlay

or bashful Sun cascaded
flowers down each laden stem
radiantly nourishing
this ancient newborn world.

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Thanks for the further critiques (and the encouragement, but we have our little rules).  Always reticent to prune very much, but (@Knot) liked the fountains.  Other changes also reduced the word count - not, I hope, eliminating anything that should remain.  Getting a bit spare... is it a wrap?