Promises Poem by Susan Gabriel

Last night I dreamt it was May
the window was open; breeze billowed the lace curtain.

Then I woke bundled in wool in March's clutch
It was dawn, stars had scarcely vanished,
a translucent blue luster reflected snow and moon

I walked out to the lilac stands,
their tightly wrapped buds as
alert young nipples pointed skyward

To the marsh pond sheathed in ice floats
where scout geese had returned,
their throats hoarse with homecoming.

My eyes scoured the paths for blade tips
of snowdrops and crocus ready to pierce
the new season's maidenhead.

Pulling my shawl up against the wind
I came home smiling, grateful for promises kept.