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.