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