The Day of Melting

I walked amongst the dichotomy of sun-dried sidewalks lined with snow -covered yards.
The air; still slightly crisp but absorbing the sun’s vernal rays
Cars splash into pools of water on roads nearby.
Water trickles sonorously like waterfalls from drain spouts
Snowmen in front yards become disfigured midgets.
The remaining snow shows footprints of where we have been living, playing, working.
Now the snow is melting, running, draining, into small pools on the sidewalks
This is a day of melting.
The lines and patters in the sidewalk that mark our way become clear as the snow and ice melts.
The sun highlights many things we have not seen before, have not noticed.
The sun’s angle still shadows some plant life which remain under snow and yet
It shines on many trees that are beginning to bud.
The ground not yet giving way to green shoots, but voices hope of them
Our tears, crystallized into cold snow; our frigid grief melts
It runs, runs first into small pools and then, into the ocean of grace
On the day of melting.
On earth, days of melting come after longing days of winter
God, I need this day; bring me others
and then
Bring me The Day of melting.
 —alg