Issue Five

Autumn 2012

 

Spring, Resumed


The redbuds stand now in full-blown glory.
The crabapple's covered half in leaf, half in bloom.
Dogwoods open their white cups in the understory
glowing bright in the falling gloom.

And all those trees that skip straight to leaf
now seem caught up in some kind of race.
By the hour the woods show ever more green
and draw a curtain between the hill and lake.

Through the gaps the light breaks and reminds
that too much brightness, in darkness, blinds.

 

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Wendy Babiak

 

 

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