The air this

Morning smells like

The crisp piney

Cedar aroma of

My family’s cabin

In northern Wisconsin

The small one

Room cottage was

Surrounded by tall

Pines and cedars

Which shed needles

And bark perfect

For a crackling and

Aromatic camp fire

The inside of the

Cabin held a

Musty smell until

My mother and

Grandmother swept and

Mopped the locked

Up smell behind


Spring has once

Again returned here

Trees are popping

April buds like

Crackers at Christmas

And Daffodils Tulips

And early Daisies

Dance in yards

Like robed choir

Singers at Baptist

Sunday church service

Irises and Peonies

Begin to yawn

With short stalks

Of leafy green

Like barren flagpoles

Saul is bashfully

Warm like the

Blushing cheeks of

Teenagers at their

First mixed dance

This is today

Here in Charlotte