Early Spring

By Mark Belair

Snowfall
this enchanting

falls from clouds,
it seems, dissolving

then reforming:
heaven

held
earthbound.

*

Their southern slants
bared of snow

while their northern slopes
hold white,

these gentle hills
roll perfectly

poised
between seasons—

still
change itself.

*

With the spring-fed lake
spring-cleaned

of algae, bright
schools of minnows

appear above dark predators—
so clear is this water—predators

who break surface
when they must, the spared

minnows scattering and re-gathering
as they must,

the lake water
restoring,

as it must, to deep
calm.

 

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Mark Belair’s poems have appeared in numerous journals, including Alabama Literary Review, Atlanta Review, The Cincinnati Review, Harvard Review, Michigan Quarterly Review, Poetry East and The South Carolina Review. His latest collection is Watching Ourselves (Unsolicited Press, 2017). Previous collections include Breathing Room (Aldrich Press, 2015); Night Watch (Finishing Line Press, 2013); While We’re Waiting (Aldrich Press, 2013); and Walk With Me (Parallel Press of the University of Wisconsin at Madison, 2012). He has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize multiple times. Please visit www.markbelair.com


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