Mid-Day Poem, May 1, 2015

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THE BLOSSOMS ON A CLOUDY DAY

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They were born for sunshine

These white blossoms of apple and plumtree

The floral grape-bunches of the lilac

The hot red buds of the ironwood.

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On a cloudy day in spring

They droop their heads

And their color drains

Listless and disappointed

As if they have been cheated of some part

Of their brief glory.

 

Like some fair maid

Not invited to the ball.

 

Copyright 2015

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