Sunday, April 26, 2015

CHILDREN, IT'S SPRING BY MARY OLIVER

Self-seeding white violets populate my garden each spring.

And this is the lady
Whom everyone loves,
Ms. Violet
in her purple gown


Or, on special occasions,
A dress the color
Of sunlight. She sits
In the mossy weeds and waits

To be noticed.
She loves dampness.
She loves attention.
She loves especially

To be picked by careful fingers,
Young fingers, entranced
By what has happened
To the world.


We, the older ones,
Call in Spring,
And we have been through it
Many times.

But there is still nothing
Like the children bringing home
Such happiness
In their small hands.


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