Because the shad <br />are swimming <br />in our waters now, <br /> <br />breaching the skin <br />of the river with their <br />tarnished silvery fins, <br /> <br />heading upstream <br />straight for our tables <br />where already <br /> <br />knives and forks gleam <br />in anticipation, these trees <br />in the woods break <br /> <br />into flower--small, white <br />flags surrendering <br />to the season.<br /><br />Linda Pastan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shadblow/
