Wednesday, March 13, 2013


I've been working on this poem for a few years, arranging and rearranging the stanzas, thinking about the fleeting nature of spring and flowers. I think I finally got it.

The photo I took last Sunday at Smith College. The line to get into their flower show went down the block, so instead of waiting I walked around the grounds and admired the snowdrops and crocuses.

Here's an ode to those tiny white flowers, the first to appear at this time of year.

Galanthus nivalis

If I believed in time,
stones and perfection

I would not worship
your petals’ curl—

the loss that begins
as soon as you appear.

But it’s been a hard year.
As the season breaks open

like always, I kneel
to see your face unfurl.

1 comment:

  1. The imagery is amazing, the way you used words like break, unfurl and face to describe the flower really fits with the subject!