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Tangled
in Stars
Poems
by
Ethelwyn Wetherald
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FROM
MY WINDOW
(IN SPRING)
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The plums and cherries are in bloom,
The apple trees are on the
brink
Of swimming in a sea of
pink;
The grass is thick’ning like the gloom
Of winter twilights, and
from far
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dandelion is a star.
The birds fill all the air, and one
Is building at my window
sill.
Across the lane the squirrels run,
And like a poet’s
ghost, so still
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And
spirit white, a butterfly
Appears and slowly wavers
by.
Beyond the pine trees, tall and dark,
Across the lower orchard,
where
The honey-laden peach
and pear
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Give
to the bees their burden—hark!
Swift flies the thunderous
express,
And leaves more quiet quietness.
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