anticipating light at the time of dark

anticipating light

at the time

of dark

we are all all about

to look down at the blossoms

that will break the laws of winter,

hunched in their

bulb and skin.

and making it through

to spring. we are

all about to

look down

and into

our own throats

at bulb burying time,

and our battening,

the obligatory pull

toward the house

and delicate hedge

the hay and

visqueen, wrapped

and roped

and nailed against the drafts

of winter

: the original windows

that still

let in light enough

to watch snow

being blown

up

old apple ladder

we'd made into a trellis yes for the wild

honeysuckle to have

the time

of her life

yes we're all about to

look down

because beneath

there's nothing,

see! nothing

but sky,

clean,

new-bride

sky.