Enchanted trees are standing still in bloom
Yet, they don’t know, unfortunately, for whom
They gave their mighty sprouts then - in early spring
And stay still covered with foliage tender green?
Why all this splendor, buoyant and fragile
That souls are asking: linger for a while?!
They are invited by the chilling winds so far
And crying rains on mornings, creeping from afar…
How bitter is to look at them through windowpane
And sharing cold outside, and feel their utter pain…
How poor and weak are petals after night
As if they had some gale or hail to fight…
They try to gladden you with tiny, shy bouquet
So that you may consider all your days to be OK
A tiny wonder – bunch of flowers in bloom…
That blossoms under cold… who knows for whom?!
For me? For you? For us? For them?
A fragile wonder, will I see you once again?
2/06/14
Ode to Rennet Trees
© Copyright: Ольга Гор-Скайя, 2014
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