Snow melts into the earth and a gentle breezeLoosens the damp gum wrappers, the stale leavesLeft over from autumn, and the dead brown grass.The sky shakes itself out. And the invisible birdsWinter put away somewhere return, the air relaxes,People start to circulate again in twos and threes...
After a winter so long some may have doubted it would ever end, winter in Quebec gave up. Not that it did so without a struggle, though. As this snapshot post shows, there was snow well into the sunshine season.