Spring Beyond the Tree Line
I'm going back to April,
going to watch Spring chew through winter,
watch the sun,
rake over the dead heaps of the thawing.
I may have to take a night train to get there.
April is way back behind the frozen tree line,
Sometimes I think I can hear it
digging through the darkness.
For a while
I'll watch the bouncing bleating lambs,
say goodbye forever to some of them,
go fishing for warm winds.
The last train to January will not wait,
I cannot be late,
or I'll be mulched into bonemeal,
and spread over this hard cold winter,
for the few remaining sparrows.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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