Thursday 22 March 2018

snow day in spring


On a morning
When the snow busily
Packs itself away outside my window
And my body starts up lean and straight
As an elm out of the disheveled dirt
And the world outside is bright
And full of something that has always
Been free, how could there be
Rules about what we should or should
Not do on such a day, when all the victorian’s
Raise their chins in pride
And the storm plays all around
Like some fantastically wild child
And the trees along spruce hug their own white shadows?
This is a day to kiss the one I love,
To open up my hands and let her wash them,
To pray and say the world puts some things together.
It is cold and the wind sings pleasantly
And we are here so wonderfully now.

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