spring afternoon
two weeks after the hailstorm
that decimated the
bushes out back and the
trees out front
i remember the smell
of fresh pine thick in the air
right after the icy deluge
warmish, but winterish
with the iceballs piled
so thick and high
i grab the rake today
and start to clear away
the halo of dead twigs and branches
in the grass
as supper cooks inside
©2013-Art Belliveau
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