May’s Winter Day

Who scrapes his windshield

in May, standing in Keens, wool

socks, t-shirt under hoodie, beneath

snow-weary trees that canopy

the driveway?  My, how the lilac

petals pop from their snowy blanket

that threatens their very branches.

The mama robin hunkers down

in her nest to shield the spring-blue eggs

that, just yesterday, caught my eye as

the messenger of spring’s final arrival.

Today, though, plastic blade scrapes

May’s Winter Day from the glass,

flip-flop footprints punctuate the grass,

and spring holds back despite

what my calendar may say.

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One Response to “May’s Winter Day”

  1. Love this, Vince! Will the eggs be okay? The birds within, I mean…:)

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