Onions

The last white slabs of snow

Melted off seven weeks ago

And the geese are headed north again

Through the tightening sky

And I can feel my heart in my throat again

New onions growing in the ground

The cows come gingerly out of the barn

And when they see that the ground is warm

They pick up a little speed, it makes me feel so good

And I feel it rushing down my throat, fresh blood

I head out onto the earth

Its cold heart is melting

I don't know if I can stand it

Springtime's coming

That means you'll be coming back around

New onions growing underground

Underground