Wind Scented With Mountain Flowers

A sunny April day in late January.

A warming strong wind the past days

erased the remaining snow, dried the ground.

I took tea outside and read new poems.

Buds watching me chuckled over my joy.

 

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Palm Sunday

Moveable feast this Passover and Easter week.

No palms here but crocuses, wood hyacinths,

jonquils, cherry blossoms, a first bee buzzing.

Yew Sunday, Branch Sunday, triumph and victory

contained in a seed, bud, pollen, flower.

 

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Hope Is the Thing With Buds

It is fine that Emily Dickinson believed

that hope is the thing with feathers.

I choose the broken branches that fell

during the winter ice storm in January

and have buds opening this April afternoon.

 

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“Hope is the thing with feathers” by Emily Dickinson