frost on the
rooftops
A substantial
frost brightens the rooftops
Inside sleeping dwellers dream of summer sun.
(It is April and the morning sun is tentative.)
The whiteness is dazzling, brightening the town.
The frost is
a brief vestige, all the more
welcome for its brevity, for its reminders of the
winter we've passed through, for its boldness
on a day that will be bright and warm.
A robin stabs
through at crisp white grass
Certain of the vicinity of worms. He, too, is aware
of the ephemera of surfaces and the abiding power of hope.