A Poem for Spring

Flowering Plum
by Louise Gluck

In spring from the black branches of the flowering plum tree
the woodthrush issues its routine
message of survival. Where does such happiness come from
as the neighbors’ daughter reads into that singing,
and matches? All afternoon she sits
in the partial shade of the plum tree, as the mild wind
floods her immaculate lap with blossoms, greenish white
and white, leaving no mark, unlike
the fruit that will inscribe
unraveling dark stains in heavier winds, in summer.

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About Quixotic Chick

I write. I take pictures. I survived cancer.
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One Response to A Poem for Spring

  1. slpmartin says:

    Quite a nice poem to share…thanks for posting it.

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