Spring Gets Bold

Spring shifts a bright sky into streaks of gray, in it's own unpredictable way. The daffodils are weakening storm damaged, they struggle to blow their leaky yellow trumpets. Warm days still end with a chill the dawn remains wet nosed, but summer is winning it is edging in painting the fields with patchwork colors, daubing the trees with shy May blossoms that offset the ever greening. An old man in a black overcoat sweats a little, his dog racing ahead; he heads for home with a rickety swagger, already painting bold, eye-catching words on invisible rainbows.