THE FIRST OF MARCH

The sun is brilliant in the sky but its warmth does not reach my face.

The breeze stirs the trees but leaves my hair unmoved.

The cooling rain will feed the grass but will not slake my thirst.

It is all inches away but further from me than my dreams.

--M. Romeo LaFlamme

Woke this morning at 4 to pink highlights of snow in the hemlock trees outside the window--it was so bright I could not sleep.

Tilling new pastures, even in my dreams....