CITRON, pomegranate,
Apricot and peach;
Flutter of apple – blows
Whiter than the snow;
Filling the silence
With their leafy speech,
Budding and blooming
Down row after row.
Breaths of blown spices,
Which the meadows yield;
Blossoms broad-petaled,
Starry buds and small:
Gold of the hill-sides,
Purple of the field, Waft to my nostrils
Their fragrance, one and all.
Birds in the tree-tops,
Birds that fill the air,
Trilling, piping, singing,
In their merry moods:
Gold wing and brown wing,
Flitting here and there,
To the coo and chirrup
Of their downy broods.
What grace has summer
Better that can suit?
What gift can autumn
Bring us more to please?
Red of blown roses,
Mellow tints of fruit,
Never can be fairer,
Sweeter than are these.
(Ina Donna Coolbrith)
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