Snowmelt trickles gutter

Snowmelt trickles gutter, first crocus spears through muddy earth

Daffodils nod heavy heads, roots clutching soil you once turned

Picnic basket swings handle, checkered cloth stained from last year's jam

River ice cracks with laughter, banks greening where we spread our feast

Bicycle bells freed from rust, tires pumping air into warm days