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Connections: April 4

2015-02 - 95 - FireplaceAh, the April fireside

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.

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Winter garden

Ring-a-ding-ding, little bells!
What accusing stasimon
your silent chiming tells.

Listen to the scolding of the bells!

Woeful, scrawny, rickety,
impecunious of bloom,
flaccid, fainting, sickly,
you mortified the room.

December’s brassy knell
graveyard cold
sounded for the year
and for you
graveyard old
spindly weary.

In memoriam
I intoned
preparing to bury
your quaggy bones
but —
gardener’s scruples —
turned westward
instead.

January window —
portal, shaman —
tickled your wilt
quickened your silt
and
cell
by
cell
you
rose
up
up
and crowded yourself
with new life.

Listen to the chiding of the bells!

Pearly bells!
What a din of foliage
its pluck and purple tells.

Humbled water-fetcher,
sack-cloth’d,
bowing to graceful
bobbing
fortitude,
I nod
the error of my ways.
I have learned,
oh, teacher-in-a-pot!
Life is more
than what I see.

Ring away!

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(with apologies to Poe)