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The Crabapple Tree

In full blossom.

Light fills the air with its song,

whether we hear its notes or not.

And we learn its scent 

by memory, rustling

the green leaves and the petals

that flutter and fall like snow,

ever so lightly to the ground.

 

And ever so lightly

the bees beat their wings

and pause to skim their delicate nectar,

and swarm and sample, rise 

and slip below the blossoms.

I hear them putter, and hold their song

my song, daughters of the sun 

and the moon, both.

 

As I fluttered along the path

of Spring’s delicate web, 

and skim of its stream 

full of blossom and butterfly,

and sample an intricate part of its motion

I finished an honest draft of a poem. 

 

Stephen Cipot