William L Roberts
Spring Tokens - Poem by William L Roberts
The trees outside the house
Have become lightly tinged with red.
It's doubly false:
Fall's both long since fled
And fully six months ahead.
Those're tender red buds -
You've cut slender willow branches
And put them in a vase upon the table,
The sweet buds're white and silken.
They don't know that they're dead
Nor that you think them symbols
Of hope and renewal -
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