Classic Poem

So delicate, so airy,
The almond on the tree,
Pink stars that some good fairy
Has made for you and me.

A little cloud of roses,
All in a world of grey,
The almond flower uncloses
Upon the wild March day.

A mist of roses blowing
The way of fog and sleet,
A dust of roses showing
For grey dust in the street.

Pink snow upon the branches,
Pink snowflakes falling down
In rosy avalanches,
Upon the dreary town.

A rain, a shower of roses,
All in a roseless day,
The almond tree uncloses
Her roses on the grey.