"Earthworms and Decay""

Earthworms and Decay

Spring is 

Wet with mud.

Thawing fields 

Smell thick with 

Earthworms and decay. 

Black, brown 

And well worn 

Shades of amber. 

Landscapes emerge 

From crusts of tainted snow. 

The fog

Has entombed an 

Atmosphere of change. 

The world is 

Gray and blurred.

The wet 

Cold air climbs 

Under your skin 

And into your bones

And sits there for a while

Spring 

Arrives in disguises. 

Coats of snow worn 

In confusion and dismay. 

Soon it melts into the  river. 

The passing of

The equinox is complete.

The sun stays 

To visit us and

Spends the afternoon.