Postcard from the Winterside of Spring

The lake is an icy half moon,
water eclipses each day.
 
The geese, black questions
on the far pond bank,
 
honk disapproval
at the bird dog's tendu.
 
Your father and I
slosh a labyrinth
of snow melt
 
sun wishing, crocus
anxious, robin
ready.
 
Write soon.
 
There is no summer
without you.