DAYLIGHT|
Light whispers dreams to the sky;
Small fingers grasp purple gloom:
Earth turns.

SPRING MENDING
Damp like a sewing needle
Draws earth's living threads into itself:
Forsythia, daffodil, dandelion,
Skunk cabbage, crocus, moss.
Clouds cling like damp fluff to everything.
Robins darn the rift between heaven and earth,
Singing in twig-crown treetops,
Then lighting on earth to pull
Worms as thick, cold, and wet as rotting fallen twigs,
Back to the trees.  Clouds drip.
Grey light runs across morning.
Such grey I saw once before; it vanished fast:
Such was my daughter's skin
The day she was born.  How came she then
To the mysterious knowledge that she should
Show herself to the day?
How does the bloodroot know to open
Its leaf robe and stretch its petals like fingers
Reaching for cool light?
Lazarus, today you are a daffodil.

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