The New Normal
The west wind brought in a
precipitous rise in temperature
serious steel grey sky rain clouds
and our second February thaw.
Almost all the snow vanished overnight
leaving brown fields and skeleton maple
trees with sap buckets full of rain.
I sip the cold water finding just a
hint of sweetness and rub the
soft fur between the dogs' ears.
Then we continue down the
concession line but the creeks
overflowed the culvert and
the road's under a foot of water
so we turn back to our warm
house and the smell of wood
smoke and coffee.
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