As I’ve gathered and saved poems to someday tuck into the poetry box, I’ve noticed it may be spring that elicits the most poems, or at least the most poems that remind us to revel and praise. For the start of this Spring 2021, I turn to Wendell Berry. A friend told me about making a fire to burn the old as spring arrived. Berry offers the parallel option: to dig a trench. Either way, our gazes turn toward what’s new.
“And then upon the gathered refuse
of mind and body, I close the trench,
folding shut again the dark”
