each day to which we wake
each breath we draw
is gift that is for sure
but still—
like the child at Christmastime
delighted
to unwrap the box she had expected
to contain
a new school skirt and blouse
or perhaps a knitted sweater
to find instead a pair of shiny skates
as this sweet Saturday simply bursts forth
I cannot not be glad
after a frigid snow-deep february
(its only virtue being it was short)
march has blown in
the temperature today has soared
proportionate to my spirits
the sun, unhesitant, seems self-assured
and on the campus
students jog in shorts
the stacks of dirty snow
that punctuate the landscape
like asterisks dropped at random
onto a printed page
have signaled their surrender
the rising sap
and anything seems possible
so everybody
(including disappointed lovers
of rhymed couplets)
hear, hear
let’s give a cheer and raise a beer
(a glass of wine would be just fine)
and join the cosmos as it celebrates
the recurring cycle
of light and life reborn an spring
and mary’s birthday
karenblenz
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