Winter’s snows are but a memory now,
yet their abundance fills
rushing rivers and springs,
their white foaming down waterfalls.
The first bright dandelions dot dirt roads,
and their cousins, the more daring daffodils
show off their frills
in gardens, on hills.
Bold birches bare their stark white bark
against blue skies flecked with clouds.
The wind whispers in the tall pines
and brings the occasional
whiff of spruce.
Hillsides are still
a mixture of dark ever-green
and light browns,
with pale spring greens
and dusky pinks
barely a promise
in almost-budding tree tips.
The new warmth hints of summer,
but winter seems to have been
(Vermont, May 2018)