Fog floats over flattening drifts;
the snow is leaving, disappearing field by field,
baring surprised green grass stubbling muddy soil
and one print of someone’s shoe
preserved in ice upon the path.
Earth is taking off her winter coat
slowly, her bony trees stretch in unaccustomed warmth
while her skin runs wet with snowmelt
and softens into mud-filled puddles.
Winter will return,of course,
but for this one day, just this moment
the promise of spring whispers
in the breath of wind.