Friday, February 25, 2011


Rain fell all night,
And this morning is suddenly spring.
Warm, damp, whipping windy.
I went to gather the branches
And one fell with a thud at my feet.
Did some fairy wave the buds awake
At daybreak?
Their baby voices squeal in birth
And they squint at the light.
It was snow and ice a week ago,
And my broken heart cannot change so fast.
This unintelligible world hurts me;
My spirit fares better in winter’s dark,
And my tears long to sink into earth.
Surely they should freeze and die.
Their salt would kill the little buds.
The air will catch my windy sighs
And blow the dead wood all away.

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