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April First by Burt Porter Now as we watch the snow retreat We estimate how many feet Of brown and flattened April field

I Went Out Walking by Grace Paley My poems had gotten so heavy I went out walking in the springtime woods and I

Cicadas by T. Alan Broughton In the evening of the season when the locusts left their bodies,

Starting the First Fire, Autumn by Baron Wormser Once again we start to act hospitably. Today we blackened the stove, swept up The spiders from the wood box, split kindling.

Concerning Necessity by Hayden Carruth It’s true we live in a kind of rural twilight most of the time giving

Winter Storm by Julia Alvarez It’s snowing hard in the Green Mountains, I haven’t seen Mount Abe all morning, Just the white blur of an expanding storm