'Ordinary days were the best'
'Always the weather,
writing its book of the world,
returns you to me.
Ordinary days were best,
while we worked over poems
in out separate rooms.
I remember watching you gaze
out the January window
into the garden of snow
and ice, your face rapt
as you imagined burgundy lilies.''
-- From "Letter with No Address,'' by Donald Hall, of Wilmot, N.H., a former U.S. poet laureate. He refers to his late wife, the poet Jane Kenyon.