(from the SLCC prompt: write a poem about the weather outside right now.)
First spring sunlight shines
everywhere
like a Kodak flash—
even under eaves
and leaves and my eyelids—
suddenly stark and clean.
Its brightness fills the world
after the long dark
and cloudy winter
where the white of heaven’s ceiling
flakes off paint chips
and falls
day after day.
Winter’s icepick
still hides in each gust of wind
but spring brightness
has arrived.