I <\/p>\n
A storm of white petals,
\nBuds throwing open baby fists
\nInto hands of broad flowers. <\/p>\n
II <\/p>\n
Red roses running upward,
\nClambering to the clutches of life
\nSoaked in crimson. <\/p>\n
III <\/p>\n
Rabbles of tattered leaves
\nHolding golden flimsy hopes
\nAgainst the tramplings
\nInto the pits and gullies. <\/p>\n
IV <\/p>\n
Hoarfrost and silence:
\nOnly the muffling
\nOf winds dark and lonesome–
\nGreat lullabies to the long sleepers. <\/p>\n
Carl Sandburg <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I A storm of white petals, Buds throwing open baby fists Into hands of broad flowers. II Red roses running upward, Clambering to the clutches of life Soaked in crimson. III Rabbles of tattered leaves Holding golden flimsy hopes Against … Continue reading