First Blossom Poem by Richard George

First Blossom

Rating: 3.5


It wasn't to be. You
knew, wiser at eighteen
than my ten years of beard-weed.

But you told me the way plants
moved was one of the wonders of science;
a gift from you, ever since,
light as the down
on your new petals.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Richard George

Richard George

Cheltenham, U.K.
Close
Error Success