Friday, February 23, 2007


February: Thinking of Flowers
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. . . .

Then think of the tall delphinium,
swaying, or the bee when it comes
to the tongue of the burgundy lily.

2 comments:

Gram said...

Thank you...I miss Jane Kenyon

Bookwormom said...

Glad you enjoyed it!