the snow-pack is mostly gone
the sky is lightening at six in
the morning
when I leave for work
a fresh sheen of frost on the walk
disappearing with the rising sun
the green is returning to my lawn
new growth pushing past the pale-yellow
blades still clinging to their
roots, past
the sodden gray and brown remnants
of leafy-twigs fallen from the
apple tree
Kitty follows the cotton-tailed rabbit
with her eyes
lucid, and dreaming of the hunt she
has been denied
Kitty is an indoor cat now
it has been years since she went
outside
it is election day in Minnesota,
caucus day
there is a pensive energy in the
air
Kitty does not care, she wants to
share my chicken
Sid Gateaux, Zen Syndicate
Intergalactic, People’s History Project, The Skein of Days, Big Sugar Buddha,
Observation, Reflection, March 1st