Lourdes Pena Goco - Transition

Night watches with a tender eye -
The bare boughs of a fire tree
outstretched in agonies of anxious waiting;
For the tiny spark that shall inveigle
the flaming blossoms, soon to dress
Its shame faced nakedness,
In the tell-tale finery of May
That some shall smother
Writhing boughs, with blood drenched petals
Taunting an uncaring sky.

November 1955

- but truly only mortals
are impatient...
Nature knows the art
of waiting!

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Lourdes Pena Goco

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