Fresh Start
April 1 2022
Soon, the dogs will be shedding their winter coats.
Soft insulating fur
will give way to a stiff outer layer,
and there will be hair everywhere.
They will have that lean and hungry look,
and, like sundials
that aren't good at keeping time
will follow the patches of sun;
every once in a while
flopping down a few steps over,
where they will snooze noisily
in its welcome warmth.
Winter
has stripped the trees
of the dead branches and dry needles
that might have taken them down;
in an ice storm
or heavy wind,
the weight of snow.
They look sleek, from their winter diet,
the ground underneath
littered with debris.
Last fall, the grass withered
the lawn turned pale.
Thin and wan
and smothered by snow
it's hard to believe
it's still alive down there.
But is, of course,
its precious nutrients
reclaimed by the roots
to last the winter.
Come spring
new shoots will emerge
from a mat of dead brown grass,
and the rake will comb through the lawn
like a balding man
running his hand through his hair.
So as the days lengthen
and the sun ascends
the world sheds the past
to begin afresh.
If only we were so gifted;
reborn,
lighter and trimmer
and as eager to start.
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