March Mythology by Kelly Salasin

The bright spring sun has melted all but the edges of snow outlining the yard              where last summer’s grasses      step toe-to-toe      with the dark woods                 in a tango

of seasons

The snow there is just a sliver of moon

on a bed of hay-

and my eyes so accustomed to all things “white”

turn the trunks of neighboring birches into funnels

for Winter’s exit

Stage Left

Earth

to

Sky



3/31/09  marlboro, vt

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