They’ve come every day this month.
Once I said I wrote them because
I didn’t have time for anything
else. Meaning, of course, better
things—things other than mere
poems and verses. Now I’m writing
them because I want to.
More than anything because
this is February
when normally not much of anything
happens. But this month
the larches have blossomed,
and the sun has come out
… For now, stay barefoot. Go
outside … and play.
—Raymond Carver, excerpt from “Poems” in A New Path to the Waterfall (Atlantic Monthly Press, 1989)
Painting: William Chickillo, Larches, n.d