ah – come on Spring!

It's only February!

February: Thinking of Flowers
by Jane Kenyon

Now wind torments the field,
turning the white surface back
on itself, back and back on itself,
like an animal licking a wound.

Nothing but white–the air, the light;
only one brown milkweed pod
bobbing in the gully, smallest
brown boat on the immense tide.

A single green sprouting thing
would restore me. . . .

Then think of the tall delphinium,
swaying, or the bee when it comes
to the tongue of the burgundy lily.

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  1. Ahh.. great minds think alike. Jane Kenyon FTW. 🙂

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    • I love Jane Kenyon’s poems (also her husband’s – Donald Hall). Thanks for visiting. Love your marvelous site – and plan to visit often.

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