For the first time the day felt like it was not
entirely winter, but beginning the soft caving in
that begins something else. A V of geese, low and perfect
over the roof are lit differently today; the slant of sun
lighting the precision of their wings
softens suddenly and without fanfare.
I have an unexpected day to myself, a chair
near the woodstove, a cleared table to work at.
I'm still being realistic. The frost still blurs to opaque
the mudroom windows. The sparrows still crowd