I picked another old poem from my library to long for the spring. It was written in February 1983 during my last spring in Tokyo before heading for Oswego in September. “Daphne” in this poem is an evergreen shrub of Chinese origin, , that is praised for its small fragrant flowers. It’s probably too cold here to grow them outdoors, but does anyone know if they are available now in the U.S.??
by Fumie Thorpe
Periodic precipitation is
a sure sign of spring.
Each raindrop must be encouraging
the greens to burst in the soil.
The north wind is howling; though,
the sun is shining through the city streets.
The florets of the Daphne have just started to show their white interiors
as if to fill my sight with their scent already.
It makes me feel dizzy somehow when
I think of the best of the spring;
that is promised to arrive here
from as far as where our dreams go
to embrace us all with the flowers and songbirds;
and nothing more than the blessing of that southerly breeze.