Radio announces 22 degree high
only 12 this morning
(a boy refuses to wear a jacket to school).
Tomorrow, snow flurries.
Warming sun sinks her down into a lawn chair.
Bird chatter up in the white ash,
silence of winter broken.
Black lab rushes birds to the cedar hedge,
seeds brim over the feeder, swarms of bugs.
Drying out wet boxes, soggy winter dirt.
Skis, bikes & roller blades clutter the garage.
Big oil slick on the paving stone.
When will the honeysuckle bloom?
so far only dried twigs.
She waits in her lawn chair.