issue 30 > poetry > turco

Over the meadows the Mayflies hover
Away from the shade of the maples' cover
Where downy woodpeckers are drumming
Among the pines. The bees go humming
        Out where the clover
        Has come into flower --

This is where nor'easters come calling,
Where the white snow soon will be falling
And tidal rivers will quickly crust over--
Not till another spring will the clover
        Bloom in the meadow
        With sunshine and shadow.






Also by Lewis Turco:

Canto I: Nimrod and Lilitu from The Hero Enikdu