On this, the first day of Spring

On this, the first day of Spring,
I rose early, showered, dressed;
Walked the dog at first light;
Drove to meet a friend for breakfast;
Replaced a rear-window wiper-blade;
Wrote two letters of condolence
For cousins recently orphaned—
Hand-addressed the envelopes,
Placed them in the curbside mailbox
And raised the red flag
To let the postman know—
Walked the dog a second time;
Buttoned my formal work shirt,
Snugged a bowtie in place;
Drove to the office to put in my time;
Watched the afternoon snow descend
From the back window by my desk;
Headed home over snow-covered highways,
Headed home in the cold winter-spring night,
Headed home to dog and dinner,
Slippers and schnapps;
Edited an article for a far-off friend;
Crawled beneath the heavy counterpane,
And drifted off to sleep—
On this, the first day of Spring.

March 20, 2015

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