“In the winter meadow” out in Tiger Moth Review

In the winter meadow

Clearly, we’ve waited too long–

the “impenetrable thatch” 

of gardeners’ warnings covering 

the damp earth, which ought to be 

snowdrifts or an icy field by January, 

but here in the prelude to our subtropical future,

it is rainy, nearly 60 on New Year’s Day.

[read the whole poem in the issue online]