Bumblebees, drunk and enraptured,
Taste the sweetness of white and blushing
Apple-blossoms.
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
Fruitfulness
Camille Pissaro, Apple Trees in Blossom
© HMH, 2018
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