It’s time for the annual spring posting of a favorite piece of writing, which I like both for its content, and for its form. I hope I am not overly optimistic in sharing these sentiments today, since it’s not too late for a rebound freeze . . .
Unbundled, unbound and resuscitated,
as the hated freeze leaves us, we perambulate,
embracing first thaw, a date we’ve long contemplated
through the faded, dark months while we’ve lain in wait.
Savage winters force us to truly appreciate
thaws (early or late): these reprieves are consummated
by elated pasty wraiths watching snow dissipate,
our great warming joy pure, clear and concentrated.