Apple Blossom Time

Apple-Blossom

Blossom of the apple trees

Mossy trunks all gnarled and hoary,

Grey boughs tipped with rose-veined glory,

Clustered petals soft as fleece

Garlanding old apple trees!

How you gleam at break of day!

When the coy sun, glancing rarely,

Pouts and sparkles in the pearly

Pendulous dewdrops, twinkling gay

On each dancing leaf and spray.

Through your latticed boughs on high,

Framed in rosy wreaths, one catches

Brief kaleidoscopic snatches

Of deep lapis-lazuli

In the April-coloured sky.

When the sundown's dying brand

Leaves your beauty to the tender

Magic spells of moonlight splendour,

Glimmering clouds of bloom you stand,

Turning earth to fairyland

Cease, wild winds, O, cease to blow!

Apple-blossom, fluttering, flying,

Palely on the green turf lying,

Vanishing like winter snow;

Swift as joy to come and go.

~ Mathilde Blind

Piece,

Linda

Everything has beauty, but not everyone can see it...