A hard winter has just let go, and the speaker is giddy with the change. Ice loosens, and the sky turns into a game of silvers and purples chasing each other along the horizon. The mood is physical and playful: the speaker calls a companion—maybe a lover, maybe the reader—to come along now, to be kissed, pulled by the ear, and pushed by the wind. The wind is not gentle; it whinnies, hustles, and shoves. Even the questions sound like teasing dares: have you seen deeper purple, could a pony or goat be more fun? Silver heels flick on the purple sky rim, making spring feel less like a soft awakening and more like a rowdy, joyful invitation to run outside and meet the weather with your whole body.
The Wind Sings Welcome in Early Spring — Summary
The grip of the ice is gone now. The silvers chase purple. The purples tag silver. They let out their runners Here where summer says to the lilies : " Wish and be wistful, Circle this wind-hunted, wind-sung water." Come along always, come along now. You for me, kiss me, pull me by the ear. Push me along with the wind push. Sing like the whinnying wind. Sing like the hustling obstreperous wind. Have you ever seen deeper purple . . . this in my wild wind fingers? Could you have more fun with a pony or a goat ? Have you seen such flicking heels before, Silver jig heels on the purple sky rim? Come along always, come along now. -