#cento #summer #napowrimo
now i was young and easy under the apple boughs
on either side the river lie
blossoms and dewdrops at the bent sprays edge
open unto the fields, and to the sky
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
meet in her aspect and her eyes
loveliest of trees, the cherry now
by silver reeds in a silver stream
from troubles of the world, by water cool
and a thousand fragrant posies
a glimmering girl, with blossom in her hair
moving through the brightening air
The Inkwell 