All at once, a breather, a moment of respite
from the cold. Temperatures that in summer
would have chilled me feel so balmy to me now
that I go hatless and leave my mittens behind.
It won’t last. February snow is no surprise.
But today the sun is shining and I remember
the taste of spring, its sounds and fragrances.
The creek wears a layer of water over its ice.
And on its banks, even the trees are dancing.