warm sun on my face and a cold wind on my back i don’t trust either
winter into spring presents many challenges that require patience
the beauty of spring is only short lived, but the flower doesn’t care
it might be time to finally pack the sweaters with fingers crossed
after the first rain of the season; it still feels cold enough to snow
we may be ready but that doesn’t mean that spring is ready for us
the first whiff of spring stirs long frozen memories that still have to wait
almost overnight bare branches have erupted with color and scent
it seemed like a dream during the polar vortex that we would see green
the shoots break the ground reaching out for the sunlight glad that winter’s passed
uptown jack 