A great winter has swept
blue through the city.

Stark frowns in cold sunlight.

Every lawn a pyramid
of old snow.

Warped roads
filled with holes
have warped minds.

Time hangs lifelessly
across the perimeters
of the night days.

Soon
melted deposits
into the high river
will run
right across your lives.

The air is changing
me
embracing temperature
I smile and welcome
a sole robin
to my yard
maybe the first.

Hello, old friend.
It’s been so long.

Hello.