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St. Patrick’s Day

Another spring edges into existence

& for the first time ever, I can hear

music awakening all over soiled earth.

Snowdrops low ground cover rattling

canes, meltless drops’ pendulous heads

as frosty shields clang against sworded

leaves to protect inner castle bells

where a wee crew of spiders hang

from roped ends, swing out tolling.

 

As my eyes wander, lean in to listen

to purple played out as crocuses open

inside-out umbrellas, cupping wind,

striking as a kettle’s whistling,

as if it’s time for Irish tea. Clover

arrives in these here parts much later

say in May or April. Three-leafed

shamrock held up by a staff & I think

of St. Patrick’s dreamlike vision.

After saving himself, returned

to save from sin my ancestors.

 

God’s billowing clear-wind-voice sailed

him bishop of Ireland. This March

offers tulips’ chalice rims chanting

stainless wisdom & I imagine

when he bowed his head humbly low

heard the word “Trinity” break forth

from a picked stem of clover, he had

chosen as his earthly profession,

each leaflet’s emerald heart humming. ••

Diane Sahms-Guarnieri, a native Philadelphia poet living in Lawndale since 1986, is author of four full-length poetry collections and most recently a chapbook, COVID-19 2020 A Poetic Journal (Moonstone Press, 2021). Published in North American Review, Sequestrum Journal of Literature & Arts and Brushfire Literature & Arts Journal, among others, she is poetry editor at North of Oxford’s online literary journal and teleworks full-time for the government. http://www.dianesahms-guarnieri.com/.

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