What is all that commotion?Oh no. It is the thump of new spring.Over my drowsy head tree rootsreach down, chattering at one anothersashaying through the dirt, sticking mein the eyes, raking through my hair.Bulbs and tubers press down on meas they crack open.And the faint incessant sounds:The skirmish of bird feet, of fawn hooves, the […]

Persephone Wakes – Nancy Dunlop