Monday, March 31, 2014

Wintry Mix Up

Wintry Mix Up

Living in New England
I should have known better
than hope that crocus teeth
cutting through dead leaves
and melting snow
meant an end of winter.

As baseball begins again
I should have remembered
sitting in the grandstand
wrapped in blankets
or a long ago April blizzard
that brought down branches.

A week and a half
past the vernal equinox
fat flakes turn to clicking sleet
then to rain
and back again.
Yes, now I remember.

1 comment:

  1. Snow on the sundeck,
    Ice on the daffodils,
    April is the cruelest month.

    Linda O.