The vernal equinox may mark the first day of astronomical spring, but the first spring day is a different thing entirely. There is one day when the trees turn into leaves.
It has been such a long time in the cold this year. Snow and polar vortex subzero wind chills. This is the day we have been waiting for all winter.
Sun and blue sky, asking, “are you ready?” Everything answers Yes.
Yes the daffodils snowdrops and crocus. Yes the pussy willows blooming.
Yes the cats rolling on the sidewalks, yes the laundry drying.
Yes the girls without hats, and their hair in the air. Yes Friday and the loosening of ties.
In the plazas, the pigeons are dancing.
Weather sings in algorithms and poetry–roofers on the house across the alley.
Yes new masonry, and new shoes. Yes the opening of windows.
Yes grilling on the fire escape. Yes outside in the evenings.
Yes robins and sparrows. Yes the Lenten roses.
Yes, yes, all the spring ephemerals growing amid the brown leaves.
Yes the grass again.
Yes, red shoots of peonies.
And, here’s Chiberian spring.
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