Gray morning, the last dawning
of this long winter,
from across the water, the sound
of clear silvered piping-
Spring progresses slowly
with her troop
of minstrel robins.
She is wreathed in yellow
fresh and tender,
early buds of warming sun.
the laughter of tulips
and the bashfulness of daffodils,
Just a few weeks before Spring….
Daylight Savings Time returns,
moving into the house
like the ladybugs appearing
from wherever they fly in the fall.
Springing ahead, we sacrifice our hour
to Spring’s equinoxal arrival.
Longer daily expressions of sun and warmth
will fill in all the gaps of autumn’s failures
and winter’s cold shoulder.
We sweep the seasonal path clean
for our long awaited friend,
her good nature
is always a welcomed interruption in our conversation,
filled with light laughter
and only the occasional threat
of violent storms.
But we forgive her all things when her skies dawn clear-
the color of bluebird wings
and a robin’s perfectly tinted egg-
joyfully raising our pale wintery faces to the warm sun
for the first kiss of sweet Spring.