mid-day poem, march 29, 2016

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In April the hillside spring is still covered with last autumn’s leaf fall

And marked only where the brown forest blanket is blackened

With the soak and seep.

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Who would brush away this covering

And kneel and take double handfuls for drink

And feel enlivened by the cool, new tingle?

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There are yet cold days ahead, even in April

Then the spring’s water will not refresh

But only chill the raw skin.

 

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