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.