Tuesday, March 14, 2017

These Days

Late winter can’t be
trusted. Warm and
sunny February days
beckon bits of green
to pop and push
through hard ground.
Riots of purple crocuses
join the party. They
should know better.
How easily we forget
the truth about these
days. How quickly we
deceive ourselves with
fantasies of summer’s
long shadows. It’s a
fool’s dream, as the
thermometer again falls
and the bells of our
copper rain chain –
last year’s anniversary
gift – are clogged with
ice. So I retreat again to
the view of our snowy
yard. The crocuses,
buried for now, will
emerge unscathed as
they do each year. I rely
on that as I long for days
of brighter light and
warmer air between us.

2 comments:

Simon Edgett said...

Nice. Crocuses and more buried for a few more weeks. Wonderful words.

Tomatoes on the Vine said...

Thanks, Simon. ;)