Like those poking their heads up yesterday,
Will be joined by graceful tulips
And bold daffodils
They will dance in the spring breeze
Under sun-shiny skies
Amid fresh blades of green, green grass,
To be adored by walkers, joggers and runners,
Bike-riders and squealing children.
It is still winter.
The ground is covered
With a "lovely" fresh, wet, white, blanket,
The still bare trees are decorated
With white sweaters and jackets.
Our sweaters, mittens, and boots,
Are back in service
While visions of shoveling,
Snow people and snow angels,
The tulips on my windowsill
Are sitting amid the late-winter-white
Reminders to embrace and enjoy today
Reminders of what is ahead