from ChristabelSamuel Taylor Coleridge'Tis a month before the month of May,And the Spring comes slowly up this way.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Wind and sun and a bright yellow tablecloth snapping and kicking on the clothesline. Dog watching a hen watching a black beetle. Two feather-frayed robins hopping into a gust. Even their beaks look blown back. Me on my wet knees, hacking brush and deadwood out of a flowerbed that has no flowers yet but that just possibly might have flowers someday. It's that sort of hopeful afternoon.