waves of snow receding
across the high plains and on
Cold Mountain, small rivulets
almost silent blessings
for the benefit
of all beings, Platte
Colorado, Rio Grande
clearing the way, blocking
the way, just one jay
in the white pine, urgent
scratching of my hoe
across town shaved heads nod
over their cushions
chicks sleeping spring away
content to stay in their shells
another two-thousand
years of teaching
come to this
