Blue sky dominates dissipating clouds;
butterscotch rays touch exposed skin, darkening lenses.
Gusting breath of winter denies the calendar.
Mercury surpasses fifty and two on its way to sixty and four;
bodies yearn to strip away winter coats and scarves.
Brisk breath of winter refuses the lengthening days.
Brown ribbon of earth weaves and wiggles;
multiplying blooms and buds reveal the unfolding resurrection.
Gale breath of winter persists despite muscled legs and wills of hope.
Tangerine sun, pink, purple, and yellow florets do not worry;
the promises of the divine mama are kept with extravagance.
Chilly breath wheezes, evolving into warm breezes;
resurrection reigns, embedded in the DNA of existence.
