Sunday, February 25, 2007


by Jane Kenyon

Now wind torments the field,
turning the white surface back
on itself, back and back on itself,
like an animal licking a wound.

Nothing but white--the air, the light;
only one brown milkweed pod
bobbing in the gully, smallest
brown boat on the immense tide.

A single green sprouting thing
would restore me. . . .

(Photograph: mine. The mailman's footprint in the frozen slush)


Beck said...

"A single green sprouting thing" - yes. Exactly.

Ladybug Mommy Maria said...

The tracks of the mailman pic is very cool....

MaryM said...

So, you've been tracking the elusive and stealthy mailman in your nature study. Very cool.

Suzanne Temple said...

Oh marym, that is hilarious!