New Englanders: these have been amazing days, have they not? And in man's millionth attempt to capture the essence of these clear, brisk mornings and evenings of spring...

La Sainte-Chapelle

Bending low enough to bless me face to face
        the sun pressed up its many palms
along my arms and cheeks
        to chase the slightest chill,
reaching in through a cathedral canopy
laid in young leaves and the falling petals
of a dogwood tree,
        the air as sweet
        as a single drop of honey
        on the lips of a new love.