Lay for the Day18th March

A seasonal song.

Yard Spring

It starts with a bump; bright, unmistakable tints.
Mint slants through the grit like fuses, balm discloses
a leaf wrinkled like foil, vigorous and spreading.
The scarlet creeper’s points set foot on unmapped brick
and some buds on the branch, thumbs-up and multiple,
plump for ghost-white blossom. She’s never so human,
Nature, as in her childhood’s gradual, careless time.

John Gibbens
from Makings ’84-’88

 

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