Gyroscope Review 16-4 - Page 47

BY PEONIES BETH MCDONOUGH Through Junes I urge your frail buds –
 burst! Offer oriental pallor, pink
 your scent delicacy here. After all, those fast ruddy cousins spill 
 heavy heads, to ruby up 
 their shrubbery. Yet, annually you teeter, nervous into next month, when
 you can ravish blackbirds as I holiday
 elsewhere. I return in rotting rains find all your presents opened – already
 spent. Nonetheless, I can’t quite
 grub you up and now, unexpectedly you arrest me. Before I reach the stoop-
 full sapling’s plums, before the year falls
 dark, you stop me with your leaves’ red light. Gyroscope Review 16-4 Page 3! 7