” I write to keep my feet on the ground. I write to keep myself sane.” Ada Limón, U.S. Poet Laureate. (From an interview with Kentucky Writers Roundtable.)

 
 
 
She rests
among
the late blooms 
of spring.
                                    Notepad and reading 
                                    glasses 
                                    adjusted absently.
Laughing at 
time
and the early
of summer.
                                     Her gloved hands 
                                     reaching 
                                     for wild seed.
It’s good to
gather before
flowering
heads fall.
                                      In the fragile
                                      litter of old
                                      molded leaves.
This,
the last 
crispy morning
carved from winter.
                                          As she begins
                                          writing, it starts
                                          to rain.