internal spring arrives
another blue sky day
not stuck in sand
not sickened or burned
all of us able to marvel
at Bryce’s delicate turrets
white snow green pines peach spires
grey caprock and blazing blue
we wend our way decision by decision
to Swasey’s Beach:
temps in the 70’s
finally in Chacos
the Green River a grey roar
our feet and dog crusted with silvered sand
finishing Wintering
beer in hand by campfire light
it’s finally spring on our internal calendars
we have turned the year
as Katherine May says
there’s a palpable end to dormancy
we feel our seedcoats split
