Cold Bright Day

Sunlight falls,
Bright gold
From a cold, blue sky.

I sit,
Behind glass windows,
Watching,
Waiting,
Shivering.

Where did Spring go?
I pull on long pants,
A fire-red shirt,
Socks and shoes.
The chill lingers.

Sunlight falls.
Bright gold
From a cold, blue sky.

And I wonder
Where Spring went
And when will it return?