I went for a walk this weekend.
Though the streets were puddle-ridden from melting snow,
sand and salt exfoliating the soles of my sneakers
with each step,
Spring battled Winter,
and I cheered her on.
I knew she couldn't stay for long,
but I enjoyed her company,
her quick glance into what is to come.
Were it not for the white robe of Winter,
I wouldn't know how much to thank the Spring
for her sunshine mercy,
her spilled paintbox of petals,
eager to color the gray.
