Mirage
Away in the Southland, Spring came early,
And flowers blossomed overnight;
This should have made my heart beat faster,
As I gazed in awe at the magic sight.
Then I thought of my home in the distant Northland,
And somehow life didn’t seem just right.
I curled my fingers to form a spyglass,
And shield my eyes from the noontime glare,
And through this opening I saw in wonder
A fragment of drift-ice, floating there . . .
A clamper of drift-ice, moving slowly . . .
Strange how the memory of childhood clings,
Sapphire colors of Spring in the Northland,
Rainbow lights on a sea-gull’s wings.