Peril of Hope
 
Robert Frost (1874 - 1963)
 
from In The Clearing
 

It is right in there
Betwixt and between
The orchard bare
And the orchard green,

When the boughs are right
In a flowery burst
Of pink and white,
That we fear the worst.

For there's not a clime
But at any cost
Will take that time
For a night of frost.

2011-05

 
   
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