Sometimes in Spring

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.

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