
SPRING IN AUTUMN
The apple blossom curls against my window
Promising its fruit as it unfurls;
Its pink and white against the burgeoning greenness
Sing, as my mind around them swirls.
For all the beauty I behold in nature
Summates in this the spring of my old age,
And promises the gift of lasting vision;
My passing will not be in futile rage.

So beautiful, Roland. The poem and the Apple blossom. “ For all the beauty I behold in nature” , you say. How I do agree.
Miriam
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Many thanks, Miriam.
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