look fragile and exposed against the roiling slate of
these late season snow clouds bearing down.
It's turning cold here for another night before we are all
drunk on warm rain and longer days.
A fat rabbit by the split rail fence nibbles and hops,
twitches and chews, jittery with the knowledge
that there is a family of foxes in the barn across the yard.
The barn is my shut-in neighbor's too --
everything in this scene is hers, if it is anyone's.
Her son has mended the broken roof, though it's still
trying to cave and gape -- he's done the best he could.
It stands for now, though its tired frame knows time
will have it's way and there's no fixing here that will help.
It's all right though.
The oak will hold her baby leaves despite the snow.
The rabbit comes from a large family.
The foxes can't eat them all.
The son patched the roof for love of his passing mother,
and there's nothing in there they need.
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3.14.12
Nervous Spring
Last week the leaves came out on my neighbor's oak.
Today they flutter brilliant and chartreuse and
look fragile, exposed, against a slate sky of
late season snow bearing down.
There is another coldness coming on, another thing
to bear up against before we're all drunk on
warm rains and longer days.
A nervous rabbit by the split rail fence twitches
and chews, jittery for knowing a family of foxes
lives there in the barn across the yard.
The barn is my shut-in neighbor's too.
Everything in this scene is hers, if anyone's.
The son mended her roof, but the whole house is still
trying to cave and gape: he's done the best he could.
It's all right though.
The oak will hold her baby leaves despite the snow.
The rabbit comes from a large family.
The foxes can't eat them all.
The son patched the roof for love of his passing mother,
and soon there will be nothing in there they need.
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3.15.12
Last week the leaves came out on my neighbor's oak.
Today they flutter brilliant, chartreuse and fragile
against a slate sky of late season snow coming on.
Another coldness to bear up against before we are
all drunk on warm rains and longer days.
A nervous rabbit by the split rail fence twitches
and chews, jittery for knowing a family of foxes
lives right there in the barn across the yard.
The barn is my shut-in neighbor's too.
Everything in this scene is hers, if anyone's.
The son mended her roof, but the whole house is still
trying to cave and gape: he's done the best he could.
It's all right though.
The oak will hold her baby leaves despite the snow.
The rabbit comes from a large family.
The foxes cannot eat them all.
The son patched the roof for love of his passing mother,
and soon there will be nothing in there they need.
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