April already!
Snow bird must fly home
To winter still
Unrelenting this year
Managing to escape its icy grip
Leaves me grateful and a little guilty.
The rose garden is so pleasant to look at until
the thorn jabs deep into skin
Hold on to its beauty and
Taking home the thought of it
When there is all that white upon arrival.
the yellows and reds and deep green
I leave behind for now.
The long road ahead
Weary at just thought
the desserts and plains and mountains and prairies and
all that must be crossed before home
emerges white and eager.
