Glitter Frost

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.

Finally, Mid-January

There’s a burst of wind,
maybe a laughter of it,
and the light tickle of snow
we’ve watched these months,
expecting white, finally
becomes a full window snow:
every bit from the ground, the eaves,
the unpruned bush with a few dry leaves
lifted at once.