Yesterday Was Spring

Yesterday was Spring;
Today, everything is white;
Tomorrow? Who knows?

Brown slush has arrived;
Smell of cow shit from the barn.
(It ain't all pristine.)


Rooster's not crowing;
Sky is empty of birds;
Field is white again.

Snow clods fall from trees;
Trucks slosh along mushy road;
Sky is one gray cloud.


Look at St. Francis--
Up to sacred ears in snow;
Winter sacrilege.

Small ponds in the woods--
Deep, dark and mysterious,
Reflect their won depth.

Distant roaring sound:
Mechanical beast climbs hill
Spewing sand behind.