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.
a natural drift 
May 12, 2014 at 5:00 pm
Love this, Vince! Will the eggs be okay? The birds within, I mean…:)