Bright Harvest by Grace Noll Crowell - HTML preview

Crab Apple Tree in Bloom

I

N ALL the world there is no lovelier thing

Than this wild crab tree on a sunny hill!

Its pink-white glory, strangely startling,

The windless day is suddenly so still—

I dare not breathe lest I should shatter quite

This radiant mass of color and of light.

I dare not touch one little clustered spray

Lest some wild bee from out a blossom’s heart

Should take his heavy-bodied, bungling way,

And the delicate shaken petals fall apart.

O wind be kind! O bees, in hurrying past,

Go softly that this loveliness may last.

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