I like it too, Sharon, & until the end, simply connected enviously with both the what hasnt happened here yet of the actual melting etc, & the way you neatly tied it to larger concerns...
(Doug (awaiting another big snowfall tonight & tomorrow)
On 2013-04-03, at 4:46 PM, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> *
>
> Ode to April
>
> The waxwings have come and gone.
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> Blue stars open in the garden, a blue
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> deeper than dusk. Seasonal worries
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> are still a ways off: flooding rivers,
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> drought in the fields, fire in dry woods.
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> Fire leaping across the tops of trees,
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> toward town. For now, as distant
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> as World War III, and as close. We
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> turn off our furnaces, shake out
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> the rugs, sweep the bare floors.
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> The ash trees, bereft of berries,
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> push out buds. Squirrels dig
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> in the unfrozen flower beds,
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> searching out remnants of last
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> year’s treasures. The house cat
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> watches from the window. What
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> do seasons mean to her? In an old
>
> woman’s memory, these years blur
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> together. Once there were young
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> men, piled like kindling, hard as
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> seasoned wood. All gone now.
>
> *
>
>
> --
> sharon brogan
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