I have come outside because how can I do otherwise, when the day is like this? But little bird, little bird above me in the sweet gum tree in the backyard, with your sleeked head and your titter —you distract me!
The world is so chartreuse it vibrates, birdsong is a hymn, an ear to the ground explains all.
— Everything is growing.
Alive-O sing the birds, the nodding hellebores’ heads
and Spring, it has unmanned me.
Katherine L. Hester 