Its March and the sap started in February
so who knows when the maples will bud
in this cycle of freeze/false spring
we know so well here
but its March and we’ve all lived past
that high peak,
the one so many can’t climb every winter
and simply lie down mid ascent
but we have and soon
the peepers will shout joy
and crocuses will open their throats
to the thin sun of early April
and I will remember hope
past the crest of winter again
and still standing
to speak it
though I won’t call it dancing
Susan Daniels Poetry 
You don’t have to call it dancing to dance anyway. Sunny today. I feel like dancing. Above zero all week. After recent events of thorough despondency – we get sunshine. That’s all right. It’s hope.
It is gorgeous today, cold, but sunny and dare I say suggestive of hope?
I hope so.
a good tile helps…