Treasure Island

Marjorie DeBol DeFazio

(March 29,1933 / Detroit, Michigan)

April Spring


Morning waked to frosty fields
Coltsfoot faces
Smiled at me
From the edges of my road
In a sun filled afternoon
Winds blew as if March
Was yet in charge
The April rains and snows
Still dampen footprints
Fill wheel ruts, ditches
Send the crocus skyward

My neighbor told me of a panther
Running through my fields
Up the hill past my house
Screaming, screeching
Charging Tuesday’s calm dusk

A red fox leapt my west stone wall
Twenty feet in front of where I walked
Disappeared into the woods
Following her own course
Dismissing me to ponder mine

The creek runs clear again
The mud from the nor’easter’s
Wind and snow has raced away
Leaving only stones and ripples

April 11,1997

Submitted: Saturday, January 19, 2008
Edited: Monday, April 20, 2009

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