Bio Note: In February, I raise my cup of light to the V-V community:
and light begins to soften around the edges. Snow’s flannel sheets recede, fold back, and look, the grass is still there, a fresh green quilt waiting to be hung on the line. Crocus cut their teeth in perennial beds. Spring holds her breath. White-throated sparrows whistle up the sun. Every day, another cup of light.
Originally published in Small Rain (Purple Flag Press, 2014)
©2022 Barbara Crooker
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