[Susan McLean]

Baroque

Lighting the empty chambers of my heart,
the chestnut trees hold out their candelabra.
Spring overloads my synapses to start
lighting the empty chambers of my heart
with bumptious daffodils and scents that smart,
birdsong as fervid and intense as opera.
Lighting the empty chambers of my heart,
the chestnut trees hold out their candelabra.