Spring

Today, we notice the snow melted away
When it had been disappearing then
But we see it now as puddles of water, cut
From the small ice mounds that become
Signs of change that somehow binds
Our insides with our fleshy hours
Where one man wears just one layer
And another, a thick blanket of sand,
That we should all consider wearing a hat
Because today, we noticed the snow melted away
Of which we trust, and carry doves.