Spring On the Wind

The evening is set out before me on the threshold of night, the hazy lights teeming and glazed, webby-cold ---- bright with a white-haired curiosity; What good honesty can bring, observing reckonings and episodes of spring stretching into the sky, and many a mile on they who walk by, Of faces rosy-red with frosty wiles; wild eyes of winter, (who stop for awhile) They are gone, these frozen months, the long cold sleep.... the chilled sheets, heat with rebirth, melted snow neath grins with spring; glazed pines, tinkling water drains.... the sun soothes nearer its smile The forests are roaring with song on the wind, of spring, And all things warm with renewal, spring, stretching into the sheet of the sky....