This cold morning is winter’s swan song .
This morning we thought about the citrus tree , following the lemon tree in old poem pages. We remembered the big citrus fruits in a garden as we walk a morning.
The citrus brought a crow and a pot with it with pebbles. Shadows of an incipient life near tomato plants and lotus smelling water from a pond. The beginning of a slate alphabet.
The alphabet grew fatherless and on belly fears. Now it is a tired old alphabet shining with strains of an old song. Set to music in chords yet to form a floating music. An experiment in wedding poem with song.