Saturday, April 9, 2016

Melt line

I am glad for signs of spring, an end to winter.

It sort of snowed
Last night.
This morning
Where the sun is
The snow isn’t.
The melt line says:
It’s more spring
Than winter now.
The robins have arrived.
The juncos will soon
Be on their way north.
I saw a goldfinch
At the thistle seed sock.
In the sun
He has begun
To gleam
Only a hint
But it’s there.
The melt line:
White on one side,
Green on the other,
It’s more spring
Than winter.
I see it.
I swear I do.

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