I had forgotten the gesture of branches <br />Suddenly white, <br />And I had forgotten the fragrance of blossoms <br />Filling a room at night. <br /> <br />In remembering the curve of branches <br />Who beckoned me in vain, <br />Remembering dark rooms of coolness <br />Where fragrance was like pain, <br />I have forgotten all else; there is nothing <br />That signifies - <br />There is only the brush of branch and white breath <br />Against my lips and eyes.<br /><br />Hazel Hall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-branches/
