My Human Disguise.
The vernal air smells first of earth,
Healthy rot freed of snow and frost,
A renewal not without cost
In drowned worms and corruption’s worth.
But that’s when the wind and clouds still
Suppress urgency with a chill.
Even then magnolias bud,
Crocuses and snowdrops peek
Through the dirt, while a foggy scud
Carries off the unwholesome reek.
A day passes, the sunlight blooms,
Igniting our backyard bowers.
Trailing uncountable perfumes,
A lady’s dressed just in flowers.
