





Spring I have loved so many in this world so long that now this love flows in me like water rising from the core of the earth pouring out where I am myself the spring
My beloved on a white parchment with my heart’s blood I write to you.
My pen is my dagger
clean and golden-gripped.
They drove along the empty road . . .fragrant and lush with flowers, pink blue, magenta, red. Bursts of yellow and lavender . . .hot perfumed air. . .
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What is there to moan about? Kitchen’s painted rash’s is gone
Love’s given and taken in full measure Friends close, enemies far Sunflowers
bow to the autumn dryness
Only challenge now is how to channel the Virgin Mary

TreeHouse Press interprets the broadside as an illustrated one-page poem.
Here are four examples, arranged thematically around
the seasons.