I wonder, have I lived a skeleton’s life,
As a questioner about reality,
A countryman of all the bones in the world?
Now, here, the warmth I had forgotten becomes
Part of the major reality, part of
An appreciation of a reality,
And thus an elevation, as if I lived
With something I could touch, touch every way..Wallace Stevens
The poem is all about spring…the spring we’re still awaiting…yesterday it snowed again, but we went out anyway…saw NT.Live’s “People”…well worth the trek through the blizzard…snowed all the way there and all the way back…however it is still March and in my book that is the start of spring, even though I am definitely "questioning reality"..
Abstract of a grove of trees, with melting snow, in Watercolour on Arches Not Paper..