The first day of spring
Is really of minor importance
It is like a brand-new pair of black patent leather shoes
Forced on a tomboy.
It is merely a first step
And there will be many others backwards into winter ways.
It is also like whitewash
Over an old cobwebby,
Black and disagreeable barn.
The sun today
Sits over the outside of the land's skin
Like newly applied lotion.
Today seems as superficial
As treating the symptom and not the cause.
My bones and interior are not saturated
With joy today
For I am filled with bruises and cold
From the last winters hurt
I am not filled with the trust of the warmth of spring
That comes only after sunny day after sunny day
There are many more signs of winter than spring.