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Wind Last Night Blew Down
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Wind last night blew down
A gardenful of peach blossoms.
A boy with a broom
Is starting to sweep them up.

Fallen flowers are flowers still;
Don’t brush them away.

 

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Dorcas:
Terse. A quick observance I imagine by the poet. A passing reflection from some insight gifted by wisdom from on high.
Posted 04/06/2013 03:53 PM
LindaCrosfield:
Oh...we were just outside doing a yard walk and lamenting the fact that the new peach tree we planted to replace the old, wonderful one that finally died hasn't made it and will have to come out. Beautiful poem.
Posted 04/06/2013 01:42 PM
barbara eknoian:
A lovely image. It takes us there.
Posted 04/06/2013 11:32 AM
chris schulz:
I love the line "A gardenful of peach blossoms" and Jayne's intro which swept me up into the pleasure of blossom rain. As always, thank you Jayne!
Posted 04/06/2013 11:18 AM
CamilleBalla:
Nice poem, but I like so very much Jayne's intro: I think being "rained" on by flower petals is one of life's great pleasures. (Wonderful, exquisite, soft luxury.) Thank you.
Posted 04/06/2013 10:06 AM
Katrina:
I feel this poem has rather an oriental quality to it, almost proverbial in the last instruction. Thank you for this opportunity to focus on the detail.
Posted 04/06/2013 10:01 AM
DSH:
I take great comfort from this poem. For me, the ending emphasizes beauty which can be found in any terrible circumstance. I adore the imagery and innocence in the poem, as well as the alliteration in line five. Interesting, too, that the speaker switches to an imperative in the final line. I wonder if the speaker is speaking to the reader or himself or herself?
Posted 04/06/2013 08:03 AM
Wilda Morris:
I feel the same way about the fall leaves!
Posted 04/06/2013 07:54 AM
jhstone:
This poem about fallen blossoms makes me think of my horse, Copyright. He has a neurological problem that prevents us from riding him, but he is such a gorgeous animal and so sweet that we can’t even think about putting him down.
Posted 04/06/2013 07:48 AM
Janet Leahy:
Lovely poem, makes me yearn for the blush of magnolia and the blooms that fall.
Posted 04/06/2013 06:33 AM
MaryLeeHahn:
Beautiful and true. I can't wait for flowering of our trees so I can recite "Loveliest of trees the cherry now" to them!
Posted 04/06/2013 04:22 AM


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