March 30: Oh the prolonged yearning that spring in Maine provokes

Yesterday we drove to southern Maine for some birding. Something about moving through the landscape never fails to provide inspiration.

Old snow encrusting the fields retains the patterns of a winter's worth of snow-sledding:

Snowmobile trails criss-crossing--
Celtic knots
a spell to unlock spring.

From East Point Sanctuary in Biddeford Pool, in southern Maine, looking west over water, stone, and beach, we could see the White Mountains looming sharp, clear, and snow-covered on the horizon.

White Mountains shimmer--
clinging specter of winter
on the distant horizon.

March 25: Sublimation

Sunny, above freezing--
one molecule at a time
snow disappears.

January 20: Thaw

January thaw--
a family of crows grazes
spaces between snow.

April 2: What winter left behind

Between lawn and sidewalk

melting snow reveals

old cigarette butts.

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