Bumblebees, drunk and enraptured,

Taste the sweetness of white and blushing


The orchard buzzes with light

Among spring-green leaves.

Spider webs add lace-trimming

To gnarled old branches

That dream of fruitfulness.

In the centre of each blossom

Lies a jewel

Sparkling in the early sun.


Out of the blue

A shower descends

And blossom leaves fall like snow on the ground.


But among the leaves new buds open their pink mouths

Welcoming bees and sunrays and



Camille Pissaro, Apple Trees in Blossom


© HMH, 2018

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