Saturday

Redbud Blossoms


"How many million Aprils came 
 before I ever knew 
 how white a cherry bough could be, 
 a bed of squills, how blue 
 And many a dancing April 
 when life is done with me, 
 will lift the blue flame of the flower 
 and the white flame of the tree 
 Oh burn me with your beauty then, 
 oh hurt me tree and flower, 
 lest in the end death try to take 
 even this glistening hour..." -
 Sara Teasdale

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