by Paul Blaney
In order to provoke wonder
A miracle must both be novel
And manifest itself at the appropriate rate,
Neither so quick as to escape notice
Nor too slowly lest the
(Wedding guests tread sober home to bed).
So the miracle of spring is overlooked
Being both annual and a long time in the making,
That time the stretch of winter’s spangled cloth which,
Withdrawn in slow motion without drum-roll
To reveal lambs and furry buds
And snowmelt streams,
Is met with more relief than applause.