Today's poem is by Kathleen Lynch
The Hard Season
Rain-glutted, the stream
splays to the base
of the retaining wall.Good. Now you have reason
to pray. Of all the birds
watching from winter-strippedtrees, vultures
are kindest, killing
nothing. This is a truemeasure of things.
Don't hold back now, have
chocolate, throw extrakindling on, even though
skies urge cover & hoarding.
When mice pitter infor crumbs, compliment
their small feet and fitting
ways. When your mouthhouses a curse, swallow,
think how you once
had no words at allyet managed
your hungers. Everything
that comes, passes.Everything that passes
rakes its fingers through
and passes.
from Kathleen Lynch Greatest Hits: 1985-2001
Pudding House Publications
"The Hard Season" first appeared in Poetry
Copyright © 2000 by The Modern Poetry Association
Reprinted by Verse Daily by permission of the Editor of Poetry
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