The last frost of winter occurred last night
although it is spring now.
The warm dampness of yesterday,
which felt like Florida air blown north,
in the clear moonlit night
turned to crystal and rime ice,
coating every blade of grass and branch —
more green and red now than in winter
with the captive energy inside
beginning to burst through —
leaving the world in a frozen, tight embrace.
Winter, unwilling to depart,
holding on for one last night,
only to melt in the warmth of
the now bright sun and
become a part of the growth of spring.
After 40 years of working with technology, and nearly 30 of those living part-time in West Tisbury, Cynthia Bloomquist now resides there full-time, following guidance from her muse.