The snow outside my window has melted
enough for the large icicles to break off and come crashing
to the high-piled drifts below.
I jump every time. As though this were an unexpected thing
to happen in the dead of winter
on a warmer-than-freezing day. I want to hope
it is nature’s odd way of reminding me spring is coming.
Spring is coming. Soon, love.
Just not today.