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.