Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
Monday, March 23, 2015
Fourth Day Of Spring
Robin carols alto notes
through weighty snow
and maple's first red
sea anemones of blossom.
Yes, around here we joked that it looked like Christmas outside! Today, the snow melted, though. I find it encouraging that spring still comes, even when it feels like it's been set back.
Thank you for the grace of these four lines on the fourth day of "spring"! (Boston struggled to climb to 32 degrees.)
ReplyDeleteYes, around here we joked that it looked like Christmas outside! Today, the snow melted, though. I find it encouraging that spring still comes, even when it feels like it's been set back.
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