on sunday, the warmth waltzed in

the warmth waltzed in,
and kept a strong hold on the earth

softening the soil, making buds
on the maple tree

hiking in the woods could have been fun
slipping on the mud, feeling the sun

literally warming, reddening
a fair complexion

but no, had to go to the library
to return a book- and chose to stay

freaky warm days in January rarely
are inviting for this new england heart

waiting for the global warming parties
to turn themselves in

so we all can inhabit the planet
fearlessly dance, sing, and spin!