Two More Days

As capricious as Spring can be,
I think she has come round again.
It is Friday.
If sun & cloud & wind conspire,
Winter’s back is broken.

The evidence is here:

-Monday’s grass strains two shades of gray-green away from winter sere.

-A single tadpole madly flagellates the big pond.

-A dozen robins rape each other all day in full sunlight.

-Buzzards spill air to pick the bones of winterkill.