What joyful scenes now fill my eyes <br />Where're I look I see, <br />Those vibrant hues that spread afar <br />And light the morn with glee, <br />To see the merry trees now dressed <br />With all that spring endows, <br />As apple blossom white now hangs <br />Upon these orchard boughs. <br /> <br />I watch the fleeting bumblebees <br />That move from flower to flower, <br />While petals fall upon the breeze <br />As if an April shower, <br />I hear the lonely blackbird sing <br />Within the leafy shade, <br />As I so gladly look upon <br />The wonders here displayed. <br /> <br />I am so blessed to witness <br />And to see the clothes they wear, <br />For spring shall pass too quickly <br />And the fruit they soon shall bear, <br />Yet now I stand in awe <br />And I'm so grateful I can browse, <br />The apple blossom white that hangs <br />Upon these orchard boughs. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright Andrew Blakemore 2011<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apple-blossom-white/
