Monday, March 27, 2017

Fifteen degrees

15 degrees celsius
the morning forecast 
   stirs sensation
   awakens feeling
even before a step outside is ventured

mere (mere?) memories of sudden spring balm
   enticing into openness
   sufficient 
   to touch the skin today
   and warm the flesh
longings long held in stoic check
   for tomorrow
   not yesterday
   to be our now
   sufficient
   to stir the spirit 


outside the front porch window
neighbours meet and greet
   a little longer than usual
   not hurried by cold wind
   into quickening their retreats
a jogger 
   in t-shirt and shorts
   down the sidewalk
   beats out the rhythm of a new season 
   in his stride
even the overcast sky
   seems only to bear the promise
   of clearing sometime soon
the world is surely today
   half-full
   never half-empty

and stepping out
still only on the steps to ground
   robin song
   above before around
   assures the rightness of what is felt

how long has it been
how many years have passed
since first knowing
   the sudden freedom
      from weight of 
      winter coat touque mitts and boots
   and the utter lightness
      of spring jacket baseball cap running shoes
the possibility and promise of running
   like never before
   like the wind
of positively flying
   and of free

in the general rising
   is there anything to say
   and do
   and live
but thank you?