DON'T HURRY, WINTER
I'm not ready for wisnter to end.
I’m not ready for winter to end. I like birds in bare branches against gray winter sky, and don’t mind extra clothes. For a few more weeks my ‘spring green’ fix can come from all the greens of many mosses, wrapping around trees, clinging to banks, anywhere deposits of leaves are easily blown away. I watch for swelling buds, but I’m not ready for bloom time. Yet there they are, expatriated trees, already blooming in expensive gated landscapes, stealing attention from the blush of red in the tips of maples, jumping ahead of serviceberry and redbud. Too early, like merchants who push aside Halloween and Thanksgiving to stock shelves with Christmas glitter. By the time this next rain is past, I’ll probably change my tune. Probably. ~K