Sometimes in Spring
When the clouds are sitting low and broody
And you forget your warmer jacket
And sit shivering
You look up and in the middle-distance
There are little white flakes, fluttering
And your heart jumps
And you think
“Oh no. Please no.
I thought we were done with this.”
And you let your eyes wander
For some sort of comfort to hold you
against the looming specter of cold,
And you see the rest of the blossoms
Still on the tree.
Relax.
Winter is not following you.
It will be warm again in time for the weekend.
i like this one. i kept thinking it was spring this year, and then there was snow.
Right? And then you get so antsy, you see snow where it is not.
Sweet. Just found you and I see there is a reason to return. Peace.
Thanks for saying so! I often forget that folks read this.