Too Soon
/daffodil hints
too soon
and
pine lashes
lowered to see
my immoderate fall
what unknowing is bared
in the cold
and love
when winter weight
lays down on me full length
and bird souls hang in the air
one may easily
mistake a tune
for salvation –
have you heard
the red-winged trill
too soon?
how my affection
is of no use
to the blackbird
how the fields will dream
in the sunshine
and deer curl
in grassy hamlets
when raindrops
shake the tulips
too soon . . .
no longer a distance
measured
or days counted
from autumn to spring
and no accurate arrow
pierces the heart
in hibernation
too soon
when today
is the only day
there is