late winter
air temps. 50 degrees F / 10 degrees C
i went out to fill the bird feeders
and to rake the leaves away from around the house
feeders filled
i decided to leave the leaves alone
the compost pile caught my attention
the fork easily sank into the winter set soil
black compost
enhanced the promise of spring
as I looked deep into the woods
i could see the familiar spots where daffodils will soon emerge
and i know that I still have many poems to write
today
nearly a month later
the world is uniting by separating
social distance might keep more of us alive
science
filtered through polity—economics—religion
contaminates the air waves with
confusion and blurred realities
with this being said
perhaps the hoarding of toilet paper
is a subconscious reaction to the current state of affairs
once again the compost catches my attention