Thursday, February 28, 2008

Poem for the Coming of Spring

the farmer plucks a flower shoot

among hundreds in the grass

beneath an aging beech

cradles the thin, tiny

leaves in his palm pulling one leaf

down revealing the infant blossom

barely purple, lavender, white

naked between the greens

1 comment:

tumblewords said...

Very lovely!

I was hoping to find your Easter poem on here - so I could return to it again and again. Wonderful job on that, too! Your blog is working well for you!!! And the rest of us...