A Cold Spring

By |2016-04-30T22:03:05-05:00May 1st, 2016|Categories: Poetry|

A cold spring: the violet was flawed on the lawn. For two weeks or more the trees hesitated; the little leaves waited, carefully indicating their characteristics. Finally a grave green dust settled over your big and aimless hills. One day, in a chill white blast of sunshine, on the side of one a calf was [...]