Three signs of Spring:
1. A robin, high up in a tree, chi-chi-chi-chi-ing
2. A neighbour, across the road from us, shoveling up ice and snow and hoping that’s the last of it
3. The downy sheaths of buds on the magnolia
And my glass of wine, glinting in the pale mild sunlight on the porch, like Wallace Steven’s Jar in Tennessee:
Anecdote of the Jar
I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.
The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.
It took dominion every where.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.
Thank you for the Wallace Stevens poem, wonderful to be reminded of his sparseness and evocative quality. Have to look for more!
Love
L
The first three signs of Spring in State College:
1. The sun!
2. Female undergrads in teeny shorts.
3. Adverts promoting the annual Blue-White game/spring scrimmage, for April 12.
And I should add, female undergrads in teeny shorts.
Did you forget to mention something? Male hormones awakening?!