Towards Spring

 I’m beginning to see a glimmer in the distance, a light on the horizon. Literally. As I come out of work now at 6 o’clock in the evening there is now a soft glow of light hanging over the sky. Which means the days are getting longer.

Slowly the mornings of waking in darkness and leaving work and riding home in the dark are gradually receding. A suffused gray layered with clouds hovers overhead, dusky rose-pink, a lavender before purpling. A sun slipping behind hills sending out a shield of blue-green. A sheen, if only for a second. Then street lamps and a lowering.

Soon, soon, soon my soul seems to be saying: a shift, a titling of the earth towards the sun.