Thaw
Lola Ridge
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.
