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Thursday, February 17, 2011


by Becky Harblin

The snowplow rolls out
and a tsunami
of snow and sand flows
from the road,
wave after wave,
piling against field’s edge
and farmer’s driveways.
This is wide open land,
and in early spring
a pair of hawks will land
on telephone wires, and
vulnerable turtles will lay eggs
on the other side of the road.

Today the deer are holed up
under spruce and pine trees,
sheltered against the winds
and blowing snow.
And no matter what
corn or feed I put out,
the weather is the ruler.
But, tomorrow the deer
will separate,
and the surviving low ranking deer
will be ousted. And maybe
they will make it to spring.

Miles, and countries away
many people, mostly men,
were holed up in Tahrir Park.
Demonstrating with honor
they ousted a dictator.
Now the humorless faces
on television
show high ranking military men
who have the advantage.

Is it spring yet?

Becky Harblin works as a sculptor and Wellness Arts Practitioner. She lives on a small farm in upstate New York with a few sheep, and an old newfoundland dog. The daily haiku she writes can be found online.  Her poems have been published in various places including New Verse News