It seemed an appropriate time to repost this, from 3 years ago.
The clouds thickened and cracked the planks of heaven
Heaved overboard their burden
And crushed the green and brown spring in pale dunes
Robins puffed to pigeon size
Buds disappeared beneath white-laced wings
Of earth-shackled trees
No one about but Cossack girls
With speckled jeans and high boots
Pulled along on bright orange leashes
Their dogs resolute and patient
Sniffing remnants of bygone colleagues
And sprinkling messages in the snow
Long ago such snow shrouded mysteries
What was it I imagined?
All of life and death I suppose
All of longing all of waiting
All smothered ambivalence
All new and green erupting from stagnation
No one about but Cossack girls
With speckled jeans and high boots
Pulled along on bright orange leashes
I dig those Cossack girls.

As long as they don’t defile my sanctuary or execute my loved ones…
Or try to impose Marxism/Leninism on my sorry plebeian ass…