It is in the angle of the sun,

the warmth infusing the breeze

that brushes my cheek

as I walk out the door.

Just 24 hours earlier,

a chill tinged the air and gloves

were a required accessory.

Now the dogs shed their reluctance

and bound into the sprouting green.

Robins add a note of welcome.

The taste of spring,

however brief,

reminds me warmer days

are ahead.

My soul is straining to shed

the cold tendrils of winter

in favor of the baking days

of summer.