And then came March,
cold and thinly veiled
with damp mist.
I saw the rare birds return
and shiver on the lines
waiting for Spring.
The harrowing began
Vast vistas of brown corduroy,
with egrets in the wake
of tractors, finding grubs.
The wind, a transparent knife
cut through to the marrow.
I guess this is either
climate change,
or Earth's oath to us
for borrowing her mantle
and wearing it too thin.
Thin, marrow, oath, borrow, saw, march,
harrowing, guess, grubs, transparent, either, rare.
