Fourth Annual St. Brigid's Silent Poetry Reading

It's time again for the St. Brigid's Day Silent Poetry Reading, so here is my offering, a timely piece by Jane Kenyon:

February: Thinking of Flowers


Now wind torments the field,
turning the white surface back
on itself, back and back on itself,
like an animal licking a wound.

Nothing but white -- the air, the light;
only on brown milkweed pod
bobbing in the gully, smallest
brown boat on the immense tide.

A single green sprouting thing
would restore me....

Then think of the tall delphinium,
swaying, or the bee when it comes
to the tongue of the burgundy lily.