The wild rose summer’s flower along the fading path grows sweet though it only lives & dies to itself & spring’s unseen trilliums in forest shade are lost only to us if the haste of our lives won’t let us pass Such flamboyance draws things on delicate wings & never goes to waste though like grass soon withering
The scientist in lab coat or hip-waders knows to seek meaning in what he observes The poet suspects the right metaphors await her astir in stream glisten afloat in pond stillness asleep in forest glade for nature makes nothing in vain Colour & camouflage ash & flame seem ready to re-ignite as we listen
I’ve seen it in the hollows of the Cascades in Oregon, and head-high on the trail from Juneau up to the Icefield, there to perplex the pink mouth of a black bear.
And here it is along Cedar Creek in Michigan— dark green, leafy as ever, moisting out of the dark ravines like misplaced dollar bills.
But what can you buy this time of year with skunk cabbage? Just this: violet, trillium, marigold, spring beauty.
Study war no more
Mar 18, 2011
Michael Izbicki grew up in a nondenominational church in California. A National Merit Scholarship finalist, he chose to go to the U.S. Naval Academy out of a sense of duty to his country during a time of war. At the naval academy he began to doubt whether the career to which he had committed himself could be squared with the tenets of just war doctrine. He got in trouble when he responded no to this exam question: "If given the order, would you launch a missile carrying a nuclear warhead?" After a four-year legal battle, the navy discharged him as a conscientious objector. Izbicki may have to reimburse the service for part or all of his education (New York Times, February 22).