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Blue Ridge: Blossoms on the Feral Trees

Apple blossoms on the feral trees

have a light all their own, cool ivory

of petals already fallen. One mile,

maybe two, north from Beetree,

a hint of wind nudged through the gap,

the slightest sleight-of-hand. Two miles,

maybe three—stung ivory, coinage

of stars—new leaves on the beech sprouts

silken enough to swaddle a child.

from Red MavisFind more by Merrill Gilfillan at the library

Copyright © 2014 Merrill Gilfillan
Used with the permission of Flood Editions.

Published in Merrill Gilfillan Poems

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