moon full, ground covered
in new snow, backyard ensnared
in plumtree’s shadow
Is that sunlight
pouring through fluffy clouds
or a mirror in the sky?
A few hours later:
must’ve been clouds—the ground
hasn’t turned blue.
Not spring yet
but snow is melting. Indoors
it’s rainy season.
Hey who’s the Einstein
put a flat roof on a house
in North Idaho?!
Snow melts, revealing
scattered debris and a pile
of asphalt shingles.
Snow about gone,
day temps above freezing,
birches still bare.
Robins fly up from the south;
bunnies and doe come out
from under my house.
Indian winter:
air full of snow,
land full of mud.
Every year:
It’s Spring!
It’s Spring!—and along comes
one more good snowfall.
7 Feb – 3 Apr ’01