spring

the slush that lines the street outside
a week ago was snow
as sunlight breaches thick, blue clouds
the grass begins to grow

the city comes to life again
upon the early dawn
at long last, you now feel free
to cut across the lawn

yes, you need to grab your scarf
yes, the wind still bites
but it’s fangs are not so sharp
it’s grip is not so tight

as you step outside your shell
to see the world transform
that long, black jacket’s very thick
honey, aren’t you warm?

the frigid winter has a way
like ice, of freezing pain

but

this time of year, it always seems
to wash out
with the
rain.