Make a glad noise; it is
spring. Up from the snow the crocus has
sprung, fresh from its rubbery root; it
bends back its head and opens its mouth
to hallelujah sing.
Make a Glad Noise; It is Spring; Couples, Green With Envy; Cut Back; On a Farm
Literary Autobiography
Basically I’m trying to get all the poems out of my “teeming” brain before I die.