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Click hereGreatest anticipation
as the crabapple buds
first appeared, then uncurled,
and showed us
a gorgeous, fragrant,
monochromatic pink
bouquet.
I watch the harsh wind
take the brightest, darkest,
pink petals into the sky,
then land in cracks
of the pavement below.
Ever nearer Beltane
now draws toward me,
as the wind leaves only
the palest-flesh color
of the tree's vibrant display.
Greatest anticipation
now remains for me
curled in the buds
of each sunrise,
still bound up tight,
waiting to uncurl
with Beltane's arrival,
and bloom in
even more stunning
sights and scents.
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 40,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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The Pleiades raise the dawn in Taurus.
The sap has flowed freely
and now it's time to dance the days.
Voices must raise
Beltane out in praise,
"Hooray, Hooray!
The first of May
outdoor fucking
starts today!"