by Janeen Pergrin Rastall

He can feel the crocuses
seeking holes in the soil.
He smells bear musk
on the bushes.
When he settles down to sleep
he hears the sap stirring in the trees.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This poem first appeared in Right Hand Pointing. It is easy to get cabin fever living across the road from Lake Superior. Lately the sub-zero temperatures have kept us indoors. I get excited in March when the light begins to change and winter starts to loosen its grip on the Upper Peninsula.

PHOTOGRAPH: “Early spring, McCarty’s Cove and the Marquette Harbor Lighthouse (Lake Superior, Marquette, Michigan)” by Jill Laudenslager. Prints available at fineartamerica.com.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Janeen Pergrin Rastall lives in Gordon, Michigan (population 2). She is the author of the chapbook In The Yellowed House (dancing girl press, 2014). Her poetry has appeared in several publications including Border Crossing, Raleigh Review, Heron Tree, and Midwestern Gothic. She has been nominated for two Pushcart Prizes.