Poetry

After last danger of frost is past

                                 From planting directions on a seed packet

                                 For my brother

 

After last danger of frost is past,

 

after the final skim of ice leaves the surface of the pond,

 

after the mirrors of dew disappear in the clear light and

the stilled grasses lie down for your pallet,

 

after the fox and the sparrow and the deer gather around you,

 

after the winds cease and the seas calm and the struggles of this world 

slip away into the woods at the edge of the field,

 

you will rest                 at last

                                      at last, rest 

 

you will rest                 at last

                                       at last   rest

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