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.