Translucence
how inadequate the Latin
for snowlight through
the jonquil’s matin.
Translucence
how inadequate the Latin
for snowlight through
the jonquil’s matin.
The snow bedecks the deck
the swing and windowsill
and expletives explode
from every daffodil.
what could be more cozy
as the gentle breath of spring
turns my cheeks all numb and rosy?
As fluffy flakes of snow
pile on the daffy-down-dilly
and twinkling dabs of frost besmirch
emergent spears of lily,
what’s a gardener to do
but sulk at fireplace
and contemplate her chilblains
instead of pansy face?
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
bright Cyclops
beaming from
its humble copse,
silent canary
bravely first
dulcet fanfare
immemorially rehearsed.
Thanks yet again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.