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A Blizzard of Fallen Blossoms
Larry Schug

blows from the orchard,
litters the ground with pink petals,
makes way for sweet fruit
to form on apple branches,
though there is no guarantee
new apples will flourish
through a summer ripe with threat—
insects, drought, pecking birds, hail stones.
It has to be this way
for sweetness to have meaning.

© by Larry Schug. 
Used with the author’s permission.


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 Larry Schug, after a work life of various kinds of manual labor and learning, is retired—a career he says he was born for. Author of seven collections of poetry,  including his newest—At Gloaming, just out this spring—Larry is a volunteer writing tutor at the Writing Center at the College of St. Benedict and a volunteer naturalist at Outdoor U. at St. John's University.  He lives with his wife, dog, and three cats near a large tamarack bog in St. Wendel Township, Minnesota.


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There will be another season.
Posted 05/29/2014 02:44 PM
Donna Pflueger:
...through a summer ripe with threat...what a great transition for the truth to follow - the evidence of life. Larry, I am really enjoying your new book, At Gloaming!
Posted 05/28/2014 05:20 PM
There is no guarantee but your poem got simple meaning right. Thanks
Posted 05/28/2014 03:46 PM
Oh I agree Larry. Thanks so much for your poem.
Posted 05/28/2014 02:38 PM
Love this!
Posted 05/28/2014 05:37 AM
Sweet! Truth, simply and powerfly expressed. Another great offering on YDP.
Posted 05/27/2014 11:10 PM

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