Bio Note: In following the March theme, here’s one about a lion (okay, it’s a flower, not a real lion), and one about a lamb (sort of). Both are really about spring, which seems very far away today as I look out my window at 28 (!) inches of snow. But I hope that this spring will bring V-V readers fresh new hope, not just from the weather but also the virus.
Tu Wi's Picks a Dandelion, and Thinks About the Impermanence of Things
Tu Wi’s is an imaginary poet of the S’ung Dynasty (960-1260) Little suns, fallen to earth, blaze on the greening grass. Landlords despise them, dig out their fiery pinwheels with metal prongs, muttering words like “common” and “weeds.” Their notched leaves, jagged lion’s teeth. Their sunny faces, shaggy little manes. Old people gather them along the roadside in early spring, eat them in salads with hot bacon dressing to strengthen the blood. Or distill them in flowery wine. But most pass them by, too usual to notice. When they go to seed, a child’s breath or a puff of wind sends thousands of tiny parachutes spinning. They shall inherit the earth.
Originally published in Perspectives
After it seemed that winter was winning, that the ground would remain hard & white, nothing living, spring came up to bat, laid a bunt down the third base line and suddenly there were violets in the infield and peepers chanting steal steal steal steal while the sky softened to robin's egg, lamb's wool, air like a cotton jersey on your neck, and look, summer's up on deck and the bases are full, high fly ball deep deep in the tall grass of centerfield, in the long shadows, over the fence— it's gone.
Originally published in Highlights for Children
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