spring

Bluets

Heading to Buffalo today and California tomorrow. It is supposed to be warm and sunny here almost indefinitely. The woodpile is almost gone. It seems that spring has finally come to the northeast. It has been spring in California for months now. Believe me I know. Robins flocking in the walnut trees in the morning there on their way north. Fruit trees in bloom. For all those in the north country, enjoy!

Spring

To what purpose, April, do you return again?

Beauty is not enough.

You can no longer quiet me with the redness

of little leaves opening stickily.

I know what I know.

The sun is hot on my neck as I observe

The spikes of the crocus.

The smell of the earth is good.

It is apparent that there is no death.

But what does that signify?

Not only underground are the brains of men

Eaten by maggots.

Life in itself

Is nothing,

An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.

It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,

April

Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

Edna St. Vincent Millay