PASSING
It is Spring
Already you relax in a cotton skirt
Passing through mountains is a strong feeling
Fields plowed, new wood split, a hawk floating
Puffs of softwood in the gray hills
A river runs with snow melting
A small bridge neatly built to get by
There is pleasure in such places
An old woman and her huge straw hat
Raking the far corner of a hayfield
from Where Rivers Meet, Bob Arnold
photo © bob arnold
