Blossom-Time / Hazel Hall

Blossom-Time

So long as there is April
My heart is high,
Lifting up its white dreams
To the sky.

As trees hold up their blossoms
In a blowing cloud,
My hands are reaching,
My hands are proud.

All the crumbled splendours
Of autumn, and the cries
Of winds that I remember
Cannot make me wise.

Like the trees of April
Fearless and fair —
My heart swings its censers
Through the golden air.

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Hazel Hall (1886-1924)
from Curtains, 1921

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]

Hazel Hall biography

Mjeltsch, Apple tree blossoms in Viiki, Helsinki, Finland, 2021.

CC BY-SA 4.0, Wikimedia Commons.