Finally . . . Gone
With each passing day,
I happily notice:
Red buds-- popping out in bursts of color.
Forsythia -- blazing yellow splotches of color
Bradford pear trees leaves hidden among
     beautiful white blooms
And as the days pass
memories of
    the grays and browns,
       cold winds and
           piles of snow
              too long a presence
this past
win-
ter
fade
a
w
a
y.