Sun screams its bright. Rises up straight
despite clouds,
reflects brazen
on snow.
Not the bold of bright tulips
the pale of daffodil—or any color, really
but imagination
fueled by intense light.
One clear blue patch peeks
through overcast skies
and, in an instant,
my eyes remember and invent
the rumor of spring.
Jean Anne Feldeisen, a grandmother and psychotherapist, lives on a farm in Maine. Her poetry has been published in several small journals, including “The Ravens Perch.” Her first chapbook, “Not All Are Weeping,” is forthcoming from Main Street Rag Publishing Company in the spring of 2023.