
Warming their bare wings,
deciduous trees line up—
late-winter sunshine.

Warming their bare wings,
deciduous trees line up—
late-winter sunshine.

Filters through dense fog:
little rebel winter sun,
springs into wattle.

Vintage chandelier,
charming a new audience—
throwing globes around.

The air is warmer,
itchy noses are running;
spring’s good rush is here.