You Who Await Spring

You who await spring, although everything
wears the weight of cold, a bird
alights and then another. You’re thinking
of those cool mornings of warm days
that somehow hold something of the warmth
to come. In between seasons a gauze curtain is
draped. You’ll step outside and move beyond
the light fabric and though little has yet changed
behind that cloth is the mind that knows
days steeped in hope.

written March 4, 2025