Whatever It May Be

Although the air is still cool
the pavement is white with salt
blubbery icicles hang from the roof
and snowbanks are dark with sand—

spring is in the eaves.
Something about the day
says it—

could it be
the sun is warmer and tilted
higher in the sky
giving fuller light—

or is it
the people are less crumpled by
a pathos of winter and more
given to friendliness—

and what about
the tinkle of melt
across the sidewalk
from icy snowbanks—

whatever it may be . . .

these early days of March
give eyes for the littlest of things
that seem to say:
spring!

(March 2014)