Dried Snail Shells on Rock Walls

The kind of day that earns spring
Its pleasant reputation,
Colorful and breezy, but

Peaceful, mild—plum blossoms fell
Overnight, pinkish-white drifts
At your single room’s one door.

Now what will you do with this?
Don’t go anywhere today.
You have one spring day alone.

If your flesh cooperates,
If you’re neither sick nor ache,
If the wars stay far away,

Sit out the day—sit all day
If you like, calm as Stonehouse,
Watching the world from the door.