It’s Still Snowing

It’s still snowing . . .

and it’s still cold in the morning

and the sky cotton candy pink—yet

the sun is rising earlier.

 

Except—after the first hint of spring

after being teased by shorts-wearing warmth

after pulling out the lawn chairs

after the kids got into the shed for the bubble machine—

the chair is draped with snow and the toys

are MIA beneath ground-covering white

 

So we return, to Winter.

But even the birds and squirrels are saying

“It won’t be long now!”