At dawn The constant swish-swish of skis My dog, trotting barefoot Word spreads quickly Hidden in the vines Delicate puffs of marshmallow snow carefully perched on a branch, await the trigger of my hat to melt their way down my back. -2010 Deep in the tomato jungle Fruits of yellow, purple and red Tell of their readiness To go to market. -2010 Sugarin' Chores Snowflakes hurry through my flashlight beam, As my boots knead new snow with spring mud, On my nightly Hajj to keep the boil alive, For as long as possible until the dawn, To match the power of the flowing sap, With my meager evaporator and will. The prize at the finish line are jars of syrup And Spring. -2013 |
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