So, after falling asleep with the windows open and a cool breeze filling the room with fresh air after a balmy day, I awoke this morning to a snow-covered campus. Schizophrenic Boston weather, I'll tell ya what.


Soon the snow that's falling now
at midnight this first day of spring
will melt eventually and go.
The snow, the leaves-well, everything-
brings disappearance with it.

I suppose one day I'll go to bed
and not think of how your hips
and arms
and eyes are set.
They say it will happen soon.
I wait.
It hasn't happened yet.
- Susan Minot