from “Celebration”
“Brilliant, this day–a young virtuoso of a day.
Morning shadows cut by sharpest scissors,
deft hands. And every prodigy of green–
whether it’s ferns or lichens or needles
or impatient points of bud on spindly bushes–
greener than ever before.”
from This Great Unknowing, LAST POEMS
Denise LEVERTOV
I admire how each word of this poem
mimics the newness and crispness
of Spring.