On the First Day of Spring

I’m taking down Christmas lights
though it snowed all morning. The tree

will soon rouse dormant buds
though last year’s elliptic apples cling,

red gizzards of the winter’s carving.
This is how these days are—

the both, the yes but, this and
the thaw and the grass’s rusted blade

the news and the poem
the apples and the mouths

Bios

Jennifer Bowering Delisle

Jennifer Bowering Delisle is the author of Deriving and The Bosun Chair. She is on the board of NeWest Press and frequently teaches creative writing. She lives in Edmonton/Amiskwaciwâskahikan on Treaty 6.