Unpredictable
Here at the back-end of March
here at the epi-center of normal
daffodils death-dance in the snow and sleet,
squirrels return to dray's
seeking shelter from the unpredictable,
this helter-skelter weather.
Tomorrow we may simmer
in winter warmers
the sun flirt with rays of Spring fire,
but not until sheep and lions
give birth to roaring lambs,
will our doormats transition
to round-the-clock muddy welcomes.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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