Poet’s Corner: Kathleen Beaubien’s ‘Spring’

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         Limp with longing
         weak from coughing
         in the grip of my spring cold

I am undone by a downy new leaf
        the painted trillium
       a patch of violets.

      Aching with desire
      stung by the rich smell of cow manure
      I dissolve into a reverie of wants.

     Unraveled by the dappled light
     softened by the mourning dove’s coo
     sustained by the robin’s trill

     I plod home and
     admire the brave tulip
     displaying its dark center.

                                                 – Kathleen Beaubien

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