Reverie

The certainty of cold and the sass of the magpie's punctuation,
a sky swerving out clouds & vastness, the equinox not scoring

a shift to the damp galloping of blooms that burst viral in this land
of rain - strange missings perhaps but even when we mark gain

we signal to loss, for who can be resigned to one topography,
a single weather, desiring below zero deluges, a sun's moistening

rays, those collusions that memory makes, wanting togetherness
like a child who weds the ocean to an icicle, seeing nothing

disparate between the salt & the gradual melting towards Spring.

Cathering Owen, approaching the Spring Rquinox, 2010