Each Spring
Each Spring
When ducks print signs in the mud for the farmer to read,
And a thawing roof yields smoke in the sun at noon,
And a map of the earth’s position shows through the snow,
The news becomes music to me like a newly made tune.
When the drying fields are ready for man to plow,
When pups tumble out of the barn like squirrels from a tree,
And a schoolgirl under her breath hums the sadness of love,
And plum blossoms shatter, like sap there rises in me
The excitement that comes with the promise of green-leaved earth,
With another day to wonder at heart-shaped flowers,
With another day to marvel how we are free
From the rules of winter— the season of hope is ours.
Publication Details
Original Citation
Music For Seven Poems (1958)
Word Count
126
Original Publication
Date Published
1958
Complete Poems
93
Notes and Commentary
Poem 7 in Music for Seven Poems