How many springs
this winter do you think we’ve had?
Endless ends to winter
drive a poet mad.
Was there really
a robin nesting yesterday?
Somebody said
he saw it, but it flew away.
When does the edge
of winter really leave the air?
Just when you think
it’s springtime, snow is everywhere.
I saw a crocus
pressing through the melting snow.
Next thing you know
the windchill’s twenty-five below.
How many springs
descend before it breaks your heart?
How many thaws
and freezes ’til hope falls apart?
Somebody said
that summer’s somewhere else this year.
All I can say
is springtime’d better hurry here.
How many springs
this winter do you think we’ve had?
Endless ends to winter
drive a poet mad.