So much snow.
More always just a day a way.
and always wind.
Mocking and unrelenting.
As the monotonous greys and whites seemed permanent of fixture
So basic and true that eternal was almost unacceptable to deny
It broke.
For no reason, or so I thought.
The wind stopped it's insistent howl
The warming touch of the sun was once again within grasp
And the damnedable white
began it's premature descent
from levels unimaginably high
As certain as the hope and calm air
Was the certainty that is was not yet through.
Sure enough the unpalatable bleakness returned in all it's fury.
Now they find the cruel wind has once again mellowed
It's effect lest biting and mocking
The sun, ever present, again reaching out with welcoming arms...
For some, all signs finally point to the long over due call to spring.
But not for me.
Here, now, I realize that it was no coincidence.
When first melt crept close to the high water mark
If for only myself, it never regressed.
It was not that the wind went away, it's that I no longer heard it...
And, at least in my eternal version of the neverending cold,
it was not the sun's doing,
It was you.
