Springtime In the Whirlwinds
Winter roars back,
May slips from view,
April has lost its anchor
in these storm tossed sky’s.
Songbirds scrabble under
canopies still too thin
for cover.
None look up but huddle
in puffer jackets recently stowed.
It snowed all day,
now the wind is shoveling daffodils
out of the soggy earth.
Mice nibble roots
brought up from old larders.
House cats glare from frosted windows,
bare feet wrap themselves in wooly
Christmas gifts.
When May arrives it will find us
defending slowly melting igloos.
Water is filtered through strong drink.
Fortunately, we have almanacs
and long range forecasts
so the present need for handmade arks
may not be necessary.
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