“Everything is fine —
the first bits of sun are on
the yellow flowers behind the low wall.” -Billy Collins
“Report from the subtropics:
for one thing, there’s no more snow
to watch from an evening window…
no hexagrams of frost to study
on the cold glass pages of the bathroom.
No black sweater to pull over my head
while I wait for the coffee to brew…..
And the birds with those long white necks?
All they do is swivel their heads
keeping an eye on me as I walk along.” -Billy Collins
“This love for everyday things,
part natural from the wide eye of Infancy,
part a literary calculation” -Billy Collins
“yes, there would be enough light
to read a book or write a letter at midnight” -Billy Collins
“the day mirled and clabbered
into the thick, stony light” -Billy Collins