Birds bumping into the screens and windows.
Did they feel the equinox bump us
into nesting season? The robins came early
and found snow covering the frozen worms.
I want to leave the nest now.
I went out to feel the equinox.
I raked leaves away from young shoots,
and connected the hose, washed away mud
until the walkway was clear. I wasn’t
gone long, but my coffee was cold.
A line of cars leave the funeral
led by one sprouting too many flowers.
Driving slowly, headlights on, ignoring the stoplight,
some passengers serious and somber, others laughing.
Hopefully, all for the same mournful reasons.
Marking the day by the piling snow.
Breakfast dusted the grass and speckled sidewalks.
Lunch soup, and a blanketed picnic table.
By tea time, pillows on lawn chairs.
Night baffled and warm, a world asleep.
Sirius is looking straight up at Orion,
wondering why he’s not in the hunt.
He wants to run the ice and snow.
He wants to please the heroic hunter,
and leave this underworld above the Earth.