Welcome to Day 2 of National Poetry Month. We missed our weekly snow shrinkage check on Monday. Yesterday, I had an opportunity to go out and measure. The gap between the top of the snow and the bottom of the feeder has grown to 70 (cm), 27 1/2 inches. That's a major improvement. I'm reminded of the saying from the Tao Te Ching that "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." According to some, a better translation is "The journey of a thousand miles begins beneath one's feet." Here's a photo of where we are on this snowmelt journey. I'm feeling more and more like a five year old in the back seat of the family car, repeatedly asking "are we there yet?" Karen Herseth Wee, representing Hubbard County in County Lines, clearly has been through the slow arrival of Spring.
Karen Herseth Wee
The Day the Ice Goes Out
We skirt the poplar forest
to stare through mistout over the shape-shifting ice
Three days it takes the glassy lake soon
in a mostly watery guise—in a constant response to wind
At the edge of its thinning fat white ducks
with black heads and backs and drab matesdive in then pull
their pudgy sexy bodies up out of the water and onto the ice
wings aflap they happily bare their breaststo the biting wind
which harbors still its lingering cold wish to hold
the lake's dark damp face in thrall—Spring—all is restless underneath
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