Morning Poem, March 18, 2016

The Last Day of Winter

(Farewell to time)

The tender plants pay the calendar no heed

They have bloomed now for days

Ahead of the equinox.


And people flock to the sidewalks

In the sunlight

As if awakened from hibernation.


All looks forward to the long daylight ahead

To warm evenings

And days without hat or coat.


Is there no regret for the season past? No nostalgia for the life

We lived in the long nights

When snow drifted and our doors remained closed

And the pots boiled on the stove with the scent of supper

And we lived?


Copyright 2016

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