March Afternoon

The light is coy,

dancing between

clouds,

making the

ground blush.

Flurries pushed

by fickle

winds,

falling up

we’re upside down.

Dead grass

free of

ice,

laconic hails

of spring.

Composed 03/10/14

Author’s Note: I haven’t seen this too often in Mongolia, but this was one of those days where the ground is too warm for the snow to settle, so it begins to melt immediately as it lands. This is a surefire sign that spring is coming, although it feels like it has come so much early than last year.