We traveled to the cabin this weekend, three hours north and east of here, wondering whether or not we would need boots given the mild winter and scarcity of snow in the Cities. But we knew better than to leave them behind. Minimal snow covered the landscape all the way there.
Once at the cabin, deep in a shaded forest, maybe six to eight inches of the white stuff awaited us. Enough for boots but woefully short for this time of year.
Burma Shave Country
Abandoned by the winter barber
and stuck in a February chair
the scavenged fields of corn remain
shadowed with husks itchy and dry.
Their wrap of moisture missing
the croplands pray for a late lather,
defenseless before April plows,
scraping clean their contours.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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