This morning, the sly sun—
adroitly encroaching
on those last, hardest, blackest
strongholds of snow—
into passersby's hearts
must have also stole;
for nearly at once, all began
to shed their coats,
and most seemed to laugh
just a little as they did so, as if
still wont to be tickled by his
kisses on the breastbone,
despite a cruel winter's
fanatical toll.
