Monday, April 21, 2008

mine is a reluctant marriage





to these northern woods:
I resist its embrace,
but then, the place wooes me.

Home, after a week away, to find the snow half gone,
my bees furiously alive in blossoming maples,
daffodils budding by the stone doorstep,
and we dig overwintered carrots for supper.

1 comment:

Lloyd said...

The ground of your ordinary experience is a very fertile place.