Bitter winds blowing
In like a lion indeed.
Where is last week’s warmth?
Oh Hello, Robin!
You’ve come back, bringing sunshine
As snow melts away.
Cuddles with my kids,
moments of stillness and love.
The eye of the storm.
Robins hop and sing,
Joyfully welcome spring,
Dancing like my heart.
She trails green branches
A silk train? a dragon’s tail?
Wings so she can fly?
March blows cold then hot.
What do I wear for my date
with this fickle friend?
You have arrived home,
Yet you still sit in the car.
Because it’s quiet here.
Despite my short list,
All the pretty shiny things
End up in my cart.
These gnarled tree branches
push forth blossoms each spring –
New growth from the old.
Is the weather fickle where you are?