The light

Is here

So long now.

 

Last week

I sat

In a ball

In the hammock

Swing

In the sunshine

For hours.

 

I’m afraid 

I still love winter.

Other people 

Are most definitely 

Done with it.

Or so I hear.

 

 

 

Almost 4 straight weeks

Of -30

And colder

Will do that.

 

 

Now the icicles drip

Steady in the sun

The bright blue sky

Beaming

Clear through them.

 

 

The snow is soft now

In the sun

And my rabbit fur boots

Are soaked through.

 

 

I still love winter

Cause here she is

Giving us a second chance

To love her back.

To hear us remark

How remarkable it is

To go outside

And loiter,

Walk our dogs,

Not wear mitts.

 

 

To hear children squeal

As they whip down

The hills.

 

 

To hear the happy slap

of a puck against the boards

Of the outdoor rink.

 

 

To hear the far off whine

Of a skidoo

Pearling up snow

Out in the fields.

 

 

And the slow

Rhythmic 

Swoosh

Swoosh

Of my skis

In the woods.

 

This is winter

Eager to please,

To recapture our

attention,

Our delight,

Like a friend,

Eager to make up

After a long fight.

 

 

She will no doubt

 turn against us

Again

Cause after all

This is her last scene

 And a plot twist is bound

To be unleashed.

 

 

But for today,

I will enjoy

this graciously warm,

blue-skied,

light filled

winter.