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God, Seed

Poetry by Rebecca Foust  :  Images by Lorna Stevens

No. 24  :  Fall/Winter 2009

Spring Will Come

Spring will come despite the rain—
wild mustard and garlic a tangled skein
of yellow and white; forget-me-nots
on hillsides and in puddling ruts
misting in drifts of blue.

Mothwing petals sift past quince,
blooming bare-branched beneath
the plumed plum. Despite the rain,
despite the pain—or is it from,
or through? Prepositions don’t matter;
spring will come.

Spring Will Come

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