A Note to Winter

It snowed a little today, Spring has technically sprung, yet winter holds on. My note to winter:

Sigh your last sigh winter,
take the last deep inhale of your frosty breath.
Your days, though glorious in their youth
have dwindled to murky skies, and pitted banks,
salted residue lying like low tide on our streets.

With your last strength spit these final crystals,
now falling weakly, more like rain, a nuisance.
Watch, as in your last stand you soften
the ground underfoot, yielding it to the roots
Spring gently coaxes from your frozen soil.

Winter, your love was fervent, swirling. Deeply
did it bury our hearts. But now, you must be tired.
Let the warmth of Spring burn away your fatigue
with her soft, early glow. Relinquish hold
and release your clenched fist.

The first green sprout was discovered,
the trees quiver in anticipation, birds cry
and the sun answers with light, LIGHT!
The earth is alive, and it guides you to sleep.
Go sleep, so eagerly will we greet you
when you too, awaken.