alan robertson Poems
- Blossom Tree If you could see as I did see White blossoms on...
- Central Park The flowers are all blooming in the park, the...
- Winter Moon. Your glow touches soft snow then retreats in ...
- The Tree. Upon a tree infested hill, Wind-blown and golden,...
- Intentions I dozed in the early morn., Listening as my ...
- Tides The tides... Rise with the falling moon, Spreading ...
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If you could see as I did see
White blossoms on an ancient tree
And sense the fragrance on the breeze
Would you wonder how this plant
Alone and grown without some hand
To nurture its advance could bear
How long will this exhausted frame
Continue to adorn its crown
And offer such commanding place
Too soon I fear that this will be
Farewell to these sweet blows
And in the ground our aged tree