The light has changed now in a single day,
Where was the icy touch of Winter light
Now softer sun caresses stems that sway
With little left in seedheads still upright.
A pair of juncoes hid in evergreens
Outside my window, the first of the season,
And Black Dog tells me clearly that he means
To stay outside all day, sun’s warmth his reason.
Time to slog through the mud that will define
The days from now until true Spring starts glowing
With freshened life in all its deep design
That whispers she has secrets worth our knowing.
This is the opening time, time to aspire
To muddy feet and hands, the lovely mire!