Marie Chapple

The Tree - Poem by Marie Chapple

Winter's End

Cupped petals arched like athletes,
Hoping for Olympic Gold

Colours soft like periwinkle,
Spread graciously below

A hint of perfume lingers, lightly
In cultivated circles

Tomorrow, others will be by, applauding
As your blossoms soon Unfold.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 7, 2005

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