December 31, 1971 - Every Day That's Mild

I'm thankful for every day that's mild - for every day that isn't bitter-cold with a fine, sharp hurting edge.

I love my yard, my lilac bush - not because of its now condition - bare & barren, stark and static - but, tho that condition has its own peace and propriety, because of its promise the incredible beauty and lushness that I can know with a rare certainty will be with me in a half a year - oh half a year - can I wait - I will wait and it will come.