An Afternoon In Early March

A day of unexpected winds
drives foaming clouds across the sky,
and uncovers the wet brilliance of grass.
I see you in the distance, dancing over the snow.

Winter-colored birds cross the sunlight.
From a bare blackened branch a single robin
sings his distinctive song, over and over,
piercing both glare and silence.

I see you wave in my direction. White light
dispels gray skies and folds of mist.
I wave back, and hasten my steps,
closing the gap between us. The light grows brighter.