The snow lurks in dark places,
Fleeing the sun
to haunt dark doorways
and shaded alleys.
Larger piles,
Cast up when the snow was new,
Recede before our eyes,
Inert lumps flecked with dirt and soot
They are minded now only
For the space they take.
Spring is fast on Orion’s heels
Bringing forth crocus
Whose petalled faces
Smile into the sun.