Marlins nesting in the eaves
    Little sweet new shoots of crocus,
Light green spark of baby leaves;
    Eternal life comes into focus.

Soon I shall be out there too;
    The sun will make of me its pet,
In vernal freedom, born anew;
    But I am not quite ready yet.

I have stayed too long in shadow
    With last winter's dreams of you,
And in my heart a patch of snow
    Has some small melting left to do.