For Sandie, a poem

For Sandie, a poem.

Spring came in the back door;

Tendrils of green sweetness,

Damp earth and cut grass

Flowing in on a cool breeze.

I'd expected Winter still;

Braced for the blast

Of frosty, sterile air,

I stood and sniffed.

Few signs were there;

The trees stood naked,

Twigs bare and hard,

No swelling of their buds.

But I could smell Spring,

Hear her in the birdsong,

Feel her in the moving sky

Where pink and blue mingled

With rain-soaked grey.

Winter, go home now:

The battle is lost

And Spring is winning.

I wrote the poem above for my friend Sandie, who lives in Detroit, and who finds winter as depressing as I do!!