There's that sun, an adolescent, boasting of its strength as it spreads
Warmth across the hearthroom floor. "Hey, kid," I say, "who are you
Fooling? Sure, it's nice in here, but look around. Do you see melting
Snow? You don't. It's barely two degrees." I do not say that I've been
Hearing forecasts that the air will warm a great deal in the coming
Days. If these turn out to be true, I'll tell it it seems grown up now,
And add that I'm impressed.