The Sun arches higher
Scorching, winter whites to tear,
Waking the frozen wet browns of last year.

Crystal layers flow in aid
of undetermined life,
softening.

Rivers of New to the waiting.
Anticipating the warmth of Yes shooting forth
Into the wake of tomorrow’s Welcome.
Just a tease for a later day,
 
The sun swings down
Quick to the clock
Starting the promise of
Soon again tomorrow.