Blossoms Poem by Mary Fumento

Blossoms



Pink and gentle hues
Scents of heaven itself
Reaching for a handful of sun
Roots entwined in smoothest earth
With welcoming branches of greenest wing
Embracing many tiny, hidden lives
And shielding even the grass for storms

What of your own fragile existence?

Never a reply; sweet smile
But a knowing glance or two
Swaying ever softly in the breeze

(1988)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dan Tharp 16 April 2006

This is very nice, Mary... dan

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Faith Elizabeth Brigham 16 April 2006

beauiful and deeply moving poem...good strong writing!

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Mary Fumento

Mary Fumento

Denver, Colorado
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