Although these winter days have now decreed

the death of many things that I adore,

a hundred pretty words are all I need

to make a garden for the world, and more.

A mighty brace of nouns will help construe

a scenic river running wild and free.

Then I will build a lovely realm of dew

that sparkles from the mountains to the sea.

When winter wind is howling in despair,

an adjective or two will help it grow

into an April song of balmy air

that melts away the sorrow and the snow.

Then, on a sunny morning I might make

a four-leaf clover for my spirit’s sake.

Published on April 17th, 2023