snow melt bares a winter meadow pillowed blades of yellowed grass russet streaks, stripes of silvery green the filmy sky, the wind-downed trees patchy with pale frilled lichen old wood cloaked in glowing moss ahead a mile-long glacial ridge diagonal thrust, squared columns plates of ice cling to the ridge face gravity’s trickle, black slicks of seep fallen rock, visible roots, hidden hollows rubble the unmarked path I take, the matters & facts of earth so much more than I can see