28 March
And the March wind's gonna blow
(and what's gonna blow away these blues?)
Here it is: I saw
in the wan grey light of a quick storm,
the very color of the ground and air,
mere shadows in a fragile den
of storm grey mountain mahogany,
low-slung juniper,
a hollow in the shady ridge:
Two roadrunners, Ma and Pa
(thought they were all alone),
lovemaking, in their hasty bower.
A quickie; Pa takes off;
Ma looks smug, puffed out and warm.
I'm indoors, wearing two coats,
huddled up and watching
all the beauty that there is
right here, right now.
____________________
Clifford Burke
Talking With Raven
Grey Spider Press
1999
