Suzanne Frischkorn The 2River View, 5.2 (Winter 2001)


Frigid all winter she starts with heavy breathing,
finishes with a day drenched in moisture—
orange tulips, pink dogwoods, purple lilacs, burst
open in the rush. Nature shudders, then spasms,
as she drips daisies and forsythia on the lawn;
every moan produces more daffodils,
and her hot breath makes them sway in the iridescent light.

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