To Look at Any Thing
Silver serviceberry buds with snowy blossoms. Pink apple blossoms, pink bleeding hearts. Magenta red-bud blossoms. Lipstick red tulips crowding out fading yellow daffodils. Violet violets.
We have seen Wisconsin spring this spring. No peonies or day-lilies, nothing but green on lilacs, no sign of bud-break on the locust tree. But, still, quite extravagant enough. And we will see what things look like in June.
So, spring in Eureka Springs, Rockport, Estes Park, and Whitewater. And, in a few days, the very beginning of spring on Manitoulin. Five springs does not seem at all like too many.
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TO LOOK AT ANY THING
To look at any thing,
If you would know that thing,
You must look at it long:
To look at this green and say
'I have seen spring in these
Woods,' will not do — you must
Be the thing you see:
You must be the dark snakes of
Stems and ferny plumes of leaves,
You must enter in
To the small silences between
The leaves,
You must take your time
And touch the very peace
They issue from.
JOHN MOFFITT