Lately winter came,
And gathered up in its arms
All its fixed frost
And sterile woodlands,
Its clusters of books
And tatters, old lumber,
And heaved it all out
Into spring to replenish
With life and colour.
And the country animates
In ugly blossoms,
Feral shoots on the fringe
Of these metropoles,
Inclined to nurture
Their flavorous herbs
Beside the butter-dish,
A newspaper folded
Across a rocking chair.
Stug Jordan
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