03-11-2014, 08:11 AM
Waiting for Spring
Across the snow marshes
behind my home, soft clouds
gray and fuzzy, blue illusions
structure the edges as a lone hawk
dips and circles its mating dance
Ah, this slow pace system
of systems, whirling and turning
northern expectations like March kites—
it’s about all that rational humans
can stand as we wait patiently
for grasshopper men to drive through
the warm blades of summer
The sun sets stronger, reining
over a weakening, bleak wind;
geese are reappearing in sky V’s;
first it was snowing, and now it’s not—
yet, I can’t find the moment it stopped
Across the snow marshes
behind my home, soft clouds
gray and fuzzy, blue illusions
structure the edges as a lone hawk
dips and circles its mating dance
Ah, this slow pace system
of systems, whirling and turning
northern expectations like March kites—
it’s about all that rational humans
can stand as we wait patiently
for grasshopper men to drive through
the warm blades of summer
The sun sets stronger, reining
over a weakening, bleak wind;
geese are reappearing in sky V’s;
first it was snowing, and now it’s not—
yet, I can’t find the moment it stopped