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,

Says

It’s more spring

Than winter.

I see it.

I swear I do.