Winter Springs to Summer only to Fall

From a green canvas chair,
And through the garage door,
Watching and listening
On this January,
As the Midwestern sun
Warmed the blacktop driveway,
I heard cracking and drips;
A green stripe ran the drive
As warmth pushed back the snow
In a pretense of spring,
And six-foot icicles
Lost their footing and fell
As melt filled the downspout.
I rose to feel the warmth,
And stepped into the day
Hoping to feel the change.