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  • These fragile, rich pink blossoms heralding
    Rosy red apples, warm my hopeful heart.

    Spring has been so late here. After dull
    wet days and nights, as soon as the
    temperature rises trees all around us
    seem to burst into song, rapidly, send out
    lime green leaves darkening as they grow
    larger, and blossoms, cherry in the park
    and apple and plum in my garden.

    I will have to cut some of these dear blossoms so that the apples birthed by the remaining flowers will have space to grow.
  • Through my bedroom window
    I am amazed at the light thrown
    Out by the sun, highlighting
    Tender new leaves.
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