Tuesday, April 28, 2020

BLOSSOM - by Kathleen Jamie




BLOSSOM

by   Kathleen Jamie


There’s this life and no hereafter –
I’m sure of that
but still I dither, waiting
for my laggard soul
to leap at the world’s touch.


How many May dawns
have I slept right through,
the trees courageous with blossom?
Let me number them . . .


I shall be weighed in the balance
and found wanting.
I shall reckon for less
than an apple pip.








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