“You never know if you’re going to write another good poem,” Gary Snyder reminded us on Tuesday night as he received this year’s Robert Creeley Award. And so I never know whether I’ll write another good blog post, or take another good picture…and in mid-March when the heavens fall in torrents, I never know whether the rains will stop and spring will ever come.
Today is sunny, the birds are singing, and both lawns and leaf buds are greening from last weekend’s torrents. My bag is packed as I type these words, and in a few hours J and I will hop a plane to visit family in Houston, where the weather should be only slightly warmer than the forecast for New England this weekend. Now that the rains have stopped and the clouds have parted, both the earth and I are ready to spring.
Hoarded Ordinaries 
Mar 18, 2010 at 9:00 am
Have a particularly happy and successful trip, Lorianne (you know what I’m thinking).
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Mar 18, 2010 at 11:46 am
Happy trails! 🙂
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Mar 18, 2010 at 12:34 pm
Crocus
On a bright warmer morning
Unexpectedly, crocus awoke adorning
The lawn with pale mauve and blue
And a border with deep yellow hue
Opening wide to the sun’s caresses
Purple tomasinianus with saffron tresses
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Mar 18, 2010 at 12:37 pm
Ascott House
Bedfordshire, UK.
Subtleties of colour: cadmium pale,
Aureolin, transparent yellow down in the vale.
Daffodils dazzling underneath the trees
Trumpets long, or short nodding in the breeze.
Of yellow ochre, or orange, and of white
Varieties for a gardener’s delight.
Ellipses and angles, for the artist to state,
Perspective, washes of gold, greens to indicate.
The glories of those scenes cannot fail to raise
Even a materialist heart to songs of praise
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