I will be watching the sun melt the snow.
Some may think there’s more important
things to do but I’ve been watching Nature
a long time directly and at a glance
and the way she speaks is something
to listen to. The west hillsides will be
the first to melt. There will be
ditches where the sun doesn’t reach,
the backside of trees where snow clings
to the bark, where the heat and light
can’t reach until the sun slips the mid-point
of the sky. Eventually, the sun melts the snow,
what was covered is revealed, what is hardy
survives winter, that resurrection force that flows
through everything green, all water, all creatures
great and small, you and me.
I’ll watch the snow melt today; those who
understand, understand. Those who don’t
can’t dance to those resurrection blues
that need something buried to rise again.