after the winter solstice
and candlemas
it’s been a mild winter so far
biking under blue skies
already
not as a must
but because the crows are gathering
calling and dancing in prenuptial rites
over the newly plowed fields
robins appear again searching for worms
throwing wet leaves aside
digging frantically
like dogs
if we can’t forgive
then we’re forever bound to the past
move on through the seasons
from light to dark and back again
and smell the plowed earth