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  of the Spring,
 Her branches’  slipping,
 Buds, yawning open,
 welcome by  aging man.
  greets them fondly
  memories of when
 her bows were arms that held 
 as a younger 
 Together,  would marvel at
 the  of Springtime.
 
  he stands beneath the apple blossoms
 every year where they  to go walking.
 And he tells Her  the summer and the autumn,
 The winter  his heart,
 And  Apple blossoms.
 
 In summer they would 
 Of being  and smile,
 imagining how round,
 as  apples on the ground.
 
  fall, they loved and waited.
 
 But  came too soon
 before their seed could 
 She  from the chill.
 And all felt  and still.
 
 Now he stands beneath the apple 
 every year where they  to go walking.
 And he tells Her about the summer  the autumn,
 The winter  his heart,
 And  Apple blossoms.
 
 As  opened the after, as she fell
 He  heaven would be waiting to meet her.
 He  her cold cheek goodbye,
 But he couldn’t surrender the hope of  solace
 So in her fallen hands he placed  seed
 from their favorite 
 and he  her to rest
 ‘neath the blanket  white
  they’d meet again in the springtime.
 
 Now he  beneath the apple blossoms,
 Every year  they used to go walking.
 Walking:
 
 And from above  always watching
 But her body lies ‘neath the  blossoms.
 Apple blossoms.
 Blossom.
 Blossom.
 Blossom.
 
  of the Spring
 The slipping bud  cradles,
 Slowly, [they] unopen.
 “Welcome,  an aging man,”
 He greets  fondly.
 Fondly----
 beneath the  blossoms.