Cold Snap
Jonquils bloomed overnight.
Purple crocus popped through
last year's mulch and sticks.
Hyacinth buds nestled in thick
green arms holding snug,
ready to burst into color.
“28 degrees tonight!
Back to 47 by noon tomorrow.”
unwelcome news
from the meteorologist.
A cold snap designed to kill
the impatient fledglings
showing their pretty faces
in early spring.
Is this the “Blackberry Winter”
Grandad talked about long ago?
Check the blackberry vines, Hon.
Are they blooming?
If the answer is yes, here we are
“smack dab” in the middle of
Blackberry Winter, like
walking backward in the rain.
© cfa 3/28/2015
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2015
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