BY DAN DAVIDSON

Luminous ice-fogged sunshine haze sits upon the earth;

mocks our avenues and days with signs of nature’s mirth.

Sunshine should bring warmer weather so we have been told;

this light’s touch is a frosty feather tickling us with the cold.

We bundle up in parkas thick as down the streets we lurch,

and hope this winter’s nasty trick won’t linger into March.