Storm Warning \ Climbing March Hill #2

Nancy:  The color of the sky, the flight of birds, air smelling of salt or spruce or mudflats:  quirky weather guides for quirky coastal weather.

Storm Warning

And in the falling snow

in the blowing snow

the crows rose up

whirled

disappeared

for no reason

for good reason

the crows shook the trees

shook the snow

shook the branches

white green black branches

gathered

circled

disappeared

and the warning was

not the snow falling

not the wind turning

the warning was there

in the rising

the going

the empty tree 

Alan: Moving through the seasons is like riding the waves: whatever forward motion we seem to make, it is they that roll away under us and pass into the haze behind.

Climbing March Hill #2

Every year we move

without moving: nomads

in this one place.

And soon again we will be

climbing March Hill,

up the muddy slope of days

watching the sun lift

and settle

a little farther north,

believing that once more

over the frozen crest

will be some sort of water,

some sort of green.