Any Day Now.
The sudden damp wind
rustles through brittle weeds
and a hawk tips and tilts,
tracing Escher designs
against a mackerel sky.
My dog pauses in his muddy plodding
and lifts his head,
turning muzzle-first into the freshening breeze.
His flanks quiver with excitement
as he catches the scent
of the stealthy approach of spring.
Tracy Meisky is a poet, writer, singer, songwriter and all-around boat rocker from way back. Feel free to look around, but if you break it, you bought it.