Lately we alternate between skiffs of snow, 

spatterings of rain. hints of blue sky and a bits of cloud.

But it must be spring because we had to move the 

Forester so they can sweep the gravel from the street.

Yesterday we went for a walk in search of birds,

we found some.

"I remember you. You're the one

who lifted your ancient bones

of fossil rock, pulled yourself free

of the strata like a plaster figure

rising from its own mold, became

flesh and feather, took wing,

arrested the sky."

from Stone Bird

by Pattiann Rogers