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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Hope Is Also the Bud in Snow

that clings to the branch tightly closed,

layered in fine colors for the Spring –

unashamed she will show Her yellow petticoats

to me                              and dances with the wind.

Perfume upon me from an immodest touch.

 

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