Winter lasted eight hours today
Until five o’clock the grey wind blew
And snow swirled
But by quitting time the sun had broken through
Like a down payment on spring
The white lines on house’s shingles vanished
And bent grass rose straight to the light
And now the afternoon lasts an hour longer
As the sun stands still in the west
And the cold hands of darkness forfeit their grip.
Remember the light that seemed to last forever?
I can taste what’s coming
The blue and gold and green