Snow In May

Snow in May that first year Mother’s day, it was Remember how the tulips glowed in hopeful brilliance through the frost? It nearly warmed our hearts. Eleven years of freezing takes its toll. Rubbing sticks together wishing for a spark to start a cozy campfire to bask and relax and thaw in. Too careless with the kerosene Casualties of explosions hurling words and broken pieces of the past and looks. Ah, the looks. Wounding and wounded Eleven years of snow in May Time to leave this place Today I planted seeds and in May, before I go I will render their sprouted potential to the garden so the next one can know that new life grows even where there’s snow in May.