VOICES OF DAVIDSON
No Reason: A Poem by Nora Hutton Shepard
The daphne’s dead by the driveway.
For years its January scent filled
my front doorway, my hall. They just
let go, I’ve always heard—for no reason
anyone can name. Perhaps voles
chewed the roots: it’s happened before,
or perhaps the one night of shafting ice,
of deepest cold laid it down,
one stunning star-filled hour before dawn.
Acknowledgement: Poet Lore