Long Country Roads

Driving long country roads at the start of Spring
the dirt doesn’t billow and hover
coating everything and everyone like in heat of Summer,

Winter’s blanket removed – the fields are
greening – the earth is breathing;
the palpitating earth passes by as I drive and wipers beat a calming rhythm,

as nourishing rain gently falls
in the dampness of spring, the soil is receptive,
waiting to yield to the plow –
to give itself, to offer its bounty held dormant.