'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.