March 8, 2026
Winter’s Last Fling
While we rejoiced that cold and snow
Were finally ending,
Winter smugly saved the best for now,
Sending sticky snow for icing each branch
To its fingertips.
No wind-child to lick them clean,
Enough sun to dazzle,
But not to melt.
Ruby tulips and emerald grass
Will come, but for now-
Crisp ebony and pearl
Rest on the sky’s sapphire throat.
Confident of her beauty
Winter bids farewell
With flare.
©2018 Linda Neff
