Frances Macdonald MacNair, Spring. 1900-1905 ~After Cat Clyde Spring is shedded skin,train window blur,thick blanketed clouds whichwhite-out winter’s mistakes. Past tracks forgiven. Bulbs in warm bedsstir awake without alarm.The patient propagationof young seeds by farmers’ arms. Infant dreams must be fed. All must transitionfrom winter’s deadto the sunny placeinterbred between the seasons. Fast forward towards […]

Towards Fruition