January Thaw

It's fifty degrees today; I can see all the way

To the postcard church where we were wed

It's nothing but gray piles of snow

Except for that one cardinal so red

Last week was so cold it turned my skin raw

Welcome to the January thaw

It's three years since you passed, but it seems like yesterday

For more than fifty years you kept me out of my own way

Even now I can still be a hurricane

I hear you whisper, "You're just a gentle rain"

This early tease of spring should be against the law