J.I. Kleinberg  – Early March

Early March

The sky digs in her fingers
to massage the mountain,

presses deep into canyon clefts
where the ache of glacier

and rock-fall scrape is most acute,
rubs a hard gloss onto ice and slickrock,

breathes a thin heat onto sloped meadows
where elk browse among winter-worn

grasses, and a small fox, untouched by cold,
a gold glint of sun caught in her elegant ruff,

crosses a tumbled stream on a fallen log.
The mountain’s sigh rises from water and stone.

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