The Noisiest Spring

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Past the blooming calla lilies

The struggling petunias of the garden  

The iris flowered and gone


Fleabane on stone

Bergenia along still-dry moss.

There must be madness

Of red rhododendron in the woods.


The distant snows shine.

The river water, as we are told,

Is clean, even clear.


A leopard, or was that two?

Wait for the lights to change.

A foursome of deer move

From the rough to the green.

A civet cat not seen

Sets out to examine the marketplace.


 We watch from our windows

As the noisiest spring of the century goes past.

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