And I will make thee a great nation,
and I will bless thee, and magnfy thy name...
To thy seed I will give this land...
Illicium names the allure that thrills
Leaves into believing their sweet perfume
Like the biting spice that licorice distills
In dulcet essence gives anise its name –
Called like Abram’s call until harvest calls
Irrevocably his rebranded name.
Under God’s tongue, germinant syllables
Make shift Abraham from bloom to blossom.
Idesia’s own blooming multiples
Determine its blossoming silhouette
Each April, halving leafy lobes in two.
So Abram’s old faith would exfoliate
And winter out his laden panicles
In time to father berries from his bough.