by Jim Farfaglia
The first green fingers poke through,
testing conditions on this side of thawing ground,
happy to report back: The coast is clear!
Basketball team flags wave from porches.
No one has seen the neighborhood this cheerful
The track team takes their practice outside,
first day in shorts & T-shirts, their bare knees
punching out a race route.
A handyman throws open his garage door
and sets out a couple of sawhorses
blinking at the bright light of day.
And everywhere – everywhere –
snow streams into songs of joy,
warmed surely by the sun arcing higher
but also by the gladness the world feels
for what is leaving
and what is yet to come.