in spring the purslane
pops up underfoot
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dressed for spring
midway up the hill
the neighbor’s weeping fig
is dressed for spring
a gown of bridal white blossoms
shielding leafless branches.
the lily bed
if i had any rage i took it out on the lily bed and its web of ingrown roots the fruit of thirty years of spawning tigers i scythed and hoed, slicing through sod separating innumerable worms from their other ends and cleaving through the rusty orange roots that choked the ground until, at last,…
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the sharp blade pierced the greening grass
and shovelfuls of soil revealed wakened worms
shrinking away from the light
skeptical soil
ten trees arrived in the mail today
their tender trunks scarcely more than twigs
but already I was imagining the bank
of white blossoms in the spring —
hawthorne, dogwood, crab —
and the pale hellebores i’d bought
that would start blooming in the snow
April first
this morning we awoke to a film of frost
sparkling on the grass
as fickle spring once more laughed
in our foolish faces
march 3
this could be the last spring, he said
with a wary look in the over-keen eyes
that peered out from beneath his ball cap brim
petals
the spring-glad trees
have loosed their blossoms
easter monday
in the park
the japanese magnolia is shedding
its petals
speedwell
i took a walk today a brisk huff ‘n’ puff up the hill and round the block to wake drowsing limbs from the torpor of sitting over-long at a desk and exorcise the mania of a mind too long confined between four walls as i walked along a mist hissed half-heartedly in my face the…
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