this willow
whose feet are dug in
a drainage
closeby
has chosen to risk it all
on the possibility of
spring.
it is january 15 in the north country.
this is unheard of.
and yet we have heard this:
global warming is/is not
and the willow
she takes a huge risk.
this is the water
that keeps her feet wet
during much of the year,
and after rain
across the road,
it's icing up again
as winter argues with spring
hard to believe that a week ago
the snow was thighhigh
this tall willow
she has such heart
to try to bloom
in january.
or
she is a fool,
or i am the fool.