Arpeggio—Spring

Phyllis Reid

Little fragment of a thousand races,

Held within the hollow of my arm,

Flower-frail, yet as strong as love is,

You are but yourself, and only you

Know if our imaginings be true.

Phyllis Reid

ARPEGGIO-SPRING

January

Finches start from bared branches,

Like the last somersaulting brown leaves!

February

The frog in the window-box

Gargles fresh rain-drops!

March

Plum-blossom snow is melting-

Three fists of the fig-tree are frosted.

April

Wild mustard is sunlight on the hill;

Plowed field is shadow of a cloud.