March Comes In

Here's a little something I wrote in March that still applies to April!

Powdered sugar sparkles on
the chocolate cake driveway.

Where is Spring?

Is she hiding behind the
hemlock tree,
fooling us with latent green?

Surprising birdsong entices us
to linger outdoors in the
still icy air.

She must be laughing at us
again this year.

"Oh, silly children!
Is memory so short that
you forget last March?"

Relish this moment
just before
the bride descends the stair,
the egg cracks open,
the sun pierces the darkness.

Don't miss it!