They Wasted No Time

They wasted no time in making it look like summer out here.
Like the hardy crocuses,
their plastic golf clubs multiply,
and with sidewalk chalk
they made new colors bloom
on surfaces that lately lay in snow.

The new moon holds a promise in its cup
that as the dusk proceeds
reveals itself to be of Earth.
Gazing, I am stupefied,
as the smoke from Spring's first offering
rises toward the sky.

March 19 2010