A seam of spring infiltrates here, and now
the princess and magnolia trees invest
the light with purple pink and pearl, endow
the eyes with bright horizon. Weather-blessed
we move this morning in an atmosphere
as clean as melting ice, as silken cool
as water sounds. Today is passing clear
between the raining blows of winter’s rule.

Tomorrow it will pour again, they say.
The gusty wind will pelt the leaves to ground.
In boots and coats we’ll wet commute, convey
umbrellas, take our shelter where it’s found,
and seek out comfort in the midst of storm,
invoking yesterday, when we were warm.