There is something about apple blossoms.  It's not just their simple beauty, their blush. They provide cover and fullness after months of barrenness. They promise fruit and sweetness. And by moonlight they whisper of reflected light.  I love my backyard full of them.

In honor of National Poetry Month, I went hunting for a poem about apple blossoms, and here is what I found.  And it is lovely. I hope you enjoy it, too, Gentle Reader.

Apple Blossoms

by Susan Kelly-DeWitt

One evening in winter

when nothing has been enough,

when the days are too short,

the nights too long,

and cheerless, the secret

and docile buds of the apple

blossoms begin their quick

ascent to light. Night

after interminable night

the sugars pucker and swell

into green slips, green

silks. And just as you find

yourself at the end

of winter's long, cold

rope, the blossoms open

like pink thimbles 

and that black dollop

of shine called

bumblebee stumbles in.