Primavera. Yes Spring is on the way, and our poet today (it is Day 813 of the Daily Poems) Evanthe Blandy exults in morning’s blank canvas.
On the way
morning’s blank canvas stretched
taut the invisible dog scuffs
through long grass twists
this way and that weaves
green grass Mexican wave down to the water’s edge splashes
clump of yellow flax glows
a heron, on one leg
poised
Evanthe Blandy
