spring delivers its burden.
daffodils and cherry abound;
soon lilacs will expect favours
in my evening walks.
young–and old!–women burst
from their husks again
and my errant feet will take me
time and again into the sunshine
where, more than I can satisfy,
fancies and ideas bloom, and
desire will delight–and pain–me.
text by Steve Slavik, a mathematician and Inferno translator, who lives with his cat above a hardware store and comes to meditate at my house. image “lilac daffodil” hand painted soft worsted weight wool yarn by aspenmoonart.