back to daylight

i will perch here
waiting for a splurge of moon
and for moody winter
to dismiss itself--
not quietly at midnight's black
but with a certain,
tantrum-y goodbye,
melodramatically slamming out.
punish and ground snow--
it goes on time out
until november comes
to its rescue
like a conspiring older brother.
meanwhile the golden child,
spring,
bathes and woos us,
our collective, blissful sighing
a melody
carrying us 'til solstice.