A Plum Tree

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    A Plum Tree

     A plum tree Blossoms hanging heavily With sweet spring night From ropey sinuous branches That bend, wet from rain Flowers open to spring’s promise Painfully precious, impossibly good Persephone freed from long winter Mouth stained red Stepping gingerly on Tethered roots Opening to new birth, new life Cool and fragrant, Lingering in a swollen moment of joy

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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