May 13th. It was a warm day today. Spring is here. They’ve been putting down plenty of mulch before Commencement Sunday. The mulch smells warm and earthy and rests there in the back of your nose as if the scent wants you to follow it home to some primeval woodland. It makes me start to think of the Adirondacks and summer.
Silver Lake, 1986 – 2009
When we unlock the new old cabin’s door
Spring is a sudden hammer-fall
And the chopping of wood
Sends birds aloft
Startled from reverie
We are newlyweds again
And living large in a future just barely glimpsed.
Summer arrives to
Settle with a veil of unstoppable light
The season lands quietly in the birch forest at dawn
And comes forward like a lover’s embrace
The repeating days are always new
Through sepia windows we peer outward
Almost familiar faces captured startled in old photographs.
Timepieces on wing write their new history across the crisp sky
The birds tell us the world is changing
The woods offer a brief final shout of color and life
A party at the end of days when remembered light gave warmth
But we wallflowers sit in the corner holding hands
Outside on the wind the parchment tells of words and deeds and time.
The clouds are so heavy it is hard to tell the transition
Between storm and sky
Roads leading away are closed but less so by snow than perhaps by silence
It is a day shared by thoughts
A wrestling against Time
And only we shall know the outcome.