Marie Chapple - The Tree

Winter's End

Cupped petals arched like athletes,
Hoping for Olympic Gold

Colours soft like periwinkle,
Spread graciously below

A hint of perfume lingers, lightly
In cultivated circles

Tomorrow, others will be by, applauding
As your blossoms soon Unfold.

Marie Chapple

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