Yesterday we went looking for the Spring.
Finding only catkins blowing in the breeze which was ominously easterly.
Deep breath — one sneeze.
No yellow stars twinkling in the hedgerow —
ranunculi, the true harbinger of Spring — keeping their heads down.
We’re not there yet! We awake to 8 inches of snow. The fine stuff that clings to the trees who flex their sinews as you pass to dump it on your head — it’s their only pleasure.
Scenery, unrelieved by scarlet berries
Long ago eaten by hungry birds but not long to go now
It’s starting to drip!