Red maple blossoms
“On a tricyle left in marbletime (in Town,
In Spring), the curbside maples drop slow smiles
Of blossom, sluice the gutters bright. The drift
Of this greengold treemoulting veins the asphalt,
Warming all black decency, adopting all abandoned toys.’’
— From “New England Suite,’’ by Charles Philbrick (1922-1971), a Providence-based poet and professor at Brown University
