measuring rainfall on the third day of april can be confusing
it’s not the weather it’s the false promises made by our calendar
warm sun on my face and a cold wind on my back i don’t trust either
if i’m standing still then it’s the rest of the world that is drifting by
once spring has arrived and the tree is full of leaves the night will hide it
hidden in the night beauty is harder to see and subtle when found
winter into spring presents many challenges that require patience
while one is frozen one is not inclined to think: it’s temporary
when nature blankets there’s a short time to enjoy before man removes
just temporary like all things beautiful, blink and you will miss it
uptown jack 