On a farm there’s no spring break,
Instead, a spring bend:
Mountain twigs ice-tipped melting
Into rivulets,
Into rivers.
Richard Feynman said
Fire is sequestered sunlight
Released. Stretching,
These story arcs
Are seasonless.
Where does winter go?
Into stones and bones
Deep beneath the earth.
To the other side!
Where everyone wants to go
Until we don’t;
Until frozen, we thaw.