Spring Again

that old chicanery

of sun-rinsed air

and nearly-finished flowers

The meadows

are tricked out 

in sudden green

the rivers gulping,

tearing to the sea

We are so eager to believe

the sleight-of-hand

the magic cotton-tailed trees

Smoke-white blossoms

cloud the air yet

beneath

our feet the earth

maintains her

old sure suck.

CHRISTINE GELINEAU is the author of three full-length books of poetry: Crave from NYQ Books; Appetite for the Divine, winner of the McGovern Prize from Ashland Poetry Press and Remorseless Loyalty, winner of the Snyder Prize, also from Ashland. Read more.


“Spring Again” appears in Remorseless Loyalty (Ashland Poetry Press, 2006).

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