By Carolyn Pinet
Once more
we swing around to March 1:
the snow down here is melting fast,
puddles abound, and
we splash about wondering
where we are all headed and why the poet
insists, "April is the cruelest month.," not March.
One guy in the coffee-house
went out early and skied
in heavy, wet snow,
his whole body hurts but
he says it was worth it.
My own body aches
just thinking about it.
I'm sipping a cappuccino and
reliving the tough climbs up,
the swift sweeps down
and wishing I could turn back time.
Now I'm wondering about the weather in Wales -
is the sea green and iridescent,
or riled up and dangerous?
Are women in tall, black hats
congregated on the piers?
Someone is singing and
the ancient cathedral stones are wet and shining -
yes, all through Wales lilting voices rise,
they join together, and they harmonize.
March 1, 2024
Dydd Gwyl Dewi Hapas/Happy St.David's Day!