EXULTANT whirlwind wrung the branches; And the weak leaves were loosed with power. I heard the pelting dissonances; Anguish in the autumn shower. But living petals now take wing Like butterflies with dusky flashes; April flutters her white ashes Inaudibly, remembering. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS VISION by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE CHAPERON by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER ON LIVING, FROM LIFE IS A DREAM by PEDRO CALDERON DE LA BARCA NATURES COOK by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH DEFEAT AND VICTORY by WALLACE RICE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 50. FAREWELL TO JULIET (12) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: THE CLOUD by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |