Blow through me wind <br /> As you blow through apple blossoms…. <br /> Scatter me in shining petals over the passers-by…. <br /> Joyously I reunite… sway and gather to myself…. <br /> Sedately I walk by the dancing feet of children— <br /> Not knowing I too dance over the cobbled spring. <br /> O, but they laugh back at me, <br /> (Eyes like daisies smiling wide open), <br /> And we both look askance at the snowed-in people <br /> Thinking me one of them.<br /><br />Lola Ridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thaw-9/
