In like a lamb
only the crusts of snow
like heels of day old bread
linger in the shadows.
The dormant grass is showing
like unmentionables under a short dress.
The fields are spitting rocks
and the gravel road puckers
as the frost comes out of its winter den.
The spring birds have been fooled,
red wingers bobbing on tattered cattails
and robins teasing worms from the brown lawn.
Is it Pi day on 3/14
or the Ides of March on 3/15?
March changed her mind.
Rain then sleet then snow and blow
The pussy willow catkins shiver
and the yearling fawns are scratching for corn kernels
heads down against the wet snow
whipping horizontally across the open spaces.
Weather man says snow all night.
Out like lion.