Onion snow

This entry is part 63 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

 

The March winds
have blown wet snow
sideways against the trees—

look in one direction
and the woods are white;
in the other, brown.

The snow sticks to our boot soles,
lifting like lids
from jars full of spring.

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