Welcome Spring

Spring lays
under a blanket of snow.

The Gold Finches have begun
their Spring molt.

The birds are flocking to the feeders.

The snow began last night and has
continued to fall all day today.

                                                                     It is a wet snow.

I hope the butterflies and bees
found warm shelter.

Some of the daffodiles were in bloom yesterday.

I cut a few for the kitchen table

 knowing snow would break their stems.

I feel sad.

I am saying goodbye to Picses.

 It is difficult to welcome Spring
when she wears a  cold white dress.

 I turn to my books.

I will gather clover another day.

 I look to the art of Spring

and the traditions of Spring.

I am reading

and chasing Spring in my dreams.

The calendar says it is Spring.

Father sky says it is Winter.