First Day of Spring

Sunlight penetrates the chill And flushes across my face The wind attempts to steal from Me what the day has promised But without a cloud to cast a shade The fabric on my shoulder warms A warmth, it seems, gone too long Brings beads of sweat upon my brow my fleece grows obsolete And the time for shearing has come Prometheus gift is given And felt with earths slightest tilt The calendar can only guess At when the gods decide That we had suffered enough In that first moment of salvation Reborn, and in balance Through marriage of earth and sky And the suns embrace