Friday, May 15, 2015

I Have Fewer Names for Things

After a deep and heavy snow,
the exposed red maple leaves
continue to brown and crumble
around our three rough thuja trunks.

My confused grasses craze
across the lawn, sprout then
dry out, try again against
a high sun on this chilled May morning.

I've placed what I think
are slate stones in the azalea bed
with the blooms - are they lavender? lilac?
Plain pale purple is what they are.

But I am truly stumped by the mosses,
almost alien under the north
shadow of the house,
just unmoved green stuff.

Without their magical name
I am powerless.  The day advances
between the rock's carpet
and the rock's flakes.

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