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Poem of the Week Evergreen’s Complaint Paul Lyons Why the maples’ fuss, this headlong rush through March? As if green were money and money, happiness and happiness — well, what’s the fuss? Ask the worm of green. She’ll turn to raise a quizzical brow and likely share a rather lengthy talk on brown. Ash and sackcloth peasants all Winter — salad days indeed — you, oaks, writhe and twist and pine for Summer’s comfort or the colors, gaudy bright, of Fall. I can see the forest in these barren trees; and all the dogwood leaves in Eden — like a new Easter bonnet — won’t make sacred the profane. Decide to rise with Spring, chestnut, elm, birch; hunger three days, like three months, for the sap’s return, life blood. But if you hadn’t stripped for Winter you’d hardly need to dress for Spring. |
