Sploosh! Now there’s a sure sign of spring–
car tires swishing through puddles on the road,
spraying the sooty heaps of snow into oblivion.
And the puddles themselves are proofs too,
mirroring the budding trees and the dance
of the ever-changing clouds in the high sky.
There’s no stopping it now. It’s here, come what may.
Why, I can almost hear the peepers singing.
Soon now. It won’t be long.