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.