equinox
spring ain’t here yet
she’s dancing up the hillsides
to the beat of birdsong
pouring wildflowers
across a greening canvas
spring ain’t here yet
with snow still forecast
coming in for a moment
to close the town down
but merely for a day
of deserted slushy streets
spring ain’t here yet
the neighbor’s fruit trees
have already bloomed
and bees are buzzing
‘round my rosemary
still bent from the last snow
spring ain’t here yet
I see heron’s bill flowers
wilting in pulled piles of weeds
while raven’s croak pick-up-lines
and do their sexy dance
‘neath the tree they’ll nest
spring ain’t here yet
the other day I saw a swallow
as winter’s grip loosens
while the sun moves on north
and the constellations change
much like in ancient days
but — spring ain’t here — yet
Zzyzx Road
I-15 right before Baker ending at Soda Springs
where Mojave Tui Chub swim the salty water
flowed through sand to reach the surface and sun
lizards lie still in rocky washes themselves to sun
as young desert bighorn in abandon spring
on hillsides far away from the smell of water
seldom here come storms to water
wildflower seeds waiting beneath the desert sun
for when everywhere the vernal bloom springs
to wash like water suddenly springing
against the rocky shore below a kinder sun
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