Poems (Cromwell)/Grief

by Gladys Cromwell

For works with similar titles, see Grief.

GRIEF

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.