of the Full March Moon

 of the Full March

                        Moon:

                        at 30 degrees

moon, isn’t it,

finally, warming

up?  but the wind,

SW yesterday, has

shifted and today

what’s mild

inside my thermo-

meter glass isn’t

on the outside of it: because still the ice

fingers and their

bones of cold

hold on like chimes

in the sway

and age

of our lone sugar

maple

                        at 1 degree

moon, i swear

i’d dip naked

in the snow

if you’d show

up and drift

between the

maple branches

and settle on

my shoulder

my thigh, and

promise a

summer that's

hot and,

because we’re

alone,

dark