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?