It’s morning again, sun.
Let’s be good together.
It’s morning again, sun.
Let’s be good together.
After a fifty degree day in Michigan February,
(The groundhog said it must be spring.)
it dips back into the familiar freezing,
and all the leaves uncovered from snow
start the morning sparkling.
I walk to work,
or from the bus,
reminding myself
to love each step
and the person
making it