Celebration


Brilliant, this day – a young virtuoso of a day.
Morning shadow cut by sharpest scissors,
Deft hands. And every prodigy of green –
Whether it’s ferns or lichens or needles
Or impatient points of buds on spindly bushes –
Greener than ever before. And the way the conifers
Hold new cones to the light for the blessing,
A festive right, and sing the oceanic chant the wind
Transcribes for them!
A day that shines in the cold
Like a first-prize brass band swinging along
The street
Of a coal-dusty village, wholly at odds
With the claims of reasonable gloom.


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Celebration