01 novembro, 2017

Palavras lidas #356

Saints
by Louis Jenkins

As soon as the snow melts the grass begins to grow. 

Even though the daytime high is barely above freezing, 
even though May is very like November, 
marsh marigolds bloom in the swamp 
and the popple trees produce a faint green
that hangs under the low clouds like a haze over the valley.
This is the way the saints live, no complaints, no suspicion, no surprise. 
If it rains, carry an umbrella, if it’s cold, wear a jacket.

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