The bright spring sun has melted all

but the edges

of snow

outlining the yard

where last summer’s grasses

step toe-to-toe

with the dark woods

in a tango

of seasons

The snow there is just a sliver

of moon

on a bed

of hay-

And my eyes

so accustomed to all things

“white”

Turn the trunks of neighboring

birches

into funnels

for Winter’s exit

Stage Left

Earth

to

Sky

3/31/09  marlboro, vt