Poetry Wall

Fort Atkinson is home to poet Lorine Niedecker, and they've made a lovely tribute to her work in mural form. See more murals at Mural Monday's link here.

Here's an appropriate poem of hers about this time of year to accompany the mural:

February almost March bites the cold.
Take down a book, wind pours in. Frozen--
the Garden of Eden--its oil, if freed, could warm
the world for 20 years and nevermind the storm.

Winter's after me--she's out
with sheets so white it hurts the eyes. Nightgown,
pillow slip blow thru my bare catalpa trees,
no objects here.

In February almost March a snow-blanket
is good manure, a tight-bound wet
to move toward May: give me lupines and a care
for her growing air.