photo: ralph murre
WINTER’S
END
by
Cathryn Cofell
So
this is March.
So
this is why we forgive
the
unforgiving state.
We
turn our melting faces
to
the sky and forget
about
extra wool blankets
and
surrendering to Arizona
Yet,
still the sun sputters
and
still Christmas lights hang
and
still the air is
as
we are still
waiting
for winter
to
pass.
We
are Caesar,
betrayed
by the warmth
of
friends and days
without
heavy jackets.
Undaunted
uncertain
of
the dull knife of weather
we
remain
still
that
same crazy blade of grass
that
forces through
the
bitter ice each year
and
grins.
~
previously appeared in the Aurorean
