is cold and gray.
Nevertheless
yesterday I found
up in our old
woods on the littered
ground dogtooth violets
standing around
and blooming
wisely. And by the edge
of the Bo's road at the far
side of the meadow
where the limestone ledge
crops out our wild
cherry trees
were making a great fountain
of white gossamer.
Joe-Anne went
and snipped a few small boughs
and made a beautiful
arrangement
in the kitchen window
where I sit now
surrounded.
Hayden Carruth
"Springtime, 1998"
1998
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