Impatience time

Apple orchard in Hollis, N.H.

“Pruning the apple tree I scatter

Its suckers and twigs across wet snow.

March wind honeycombs the drifts,

and when my work is done I stand

in an attic window close

to spume of driven clouds.’’

--  From “A Season’s Edge,’’ by T. Alan Broughton (1936-2013), a Vermont poet and pianist.