March ThawJuneau, Alaska

The first bear came down from
the mountain today. Porcupines
graze by the trail. 

The air tastes of the forest
trying to bloom. Icicles melt, quick
percussive drip off the eaves.

On the high New Mexico desert,
your ashes and bits of bone
rest pale in the red dirt. 

I bring home hothouse daisies,
tulips, daffodils in green
buckets.  Rain falls, falls.