It’s been a mysterious winter with weather that is confused. Just when we thought we would skip winter snows a storm blew in. The school children had a day off to make robust snowmen and slide down the nearest hill. It was magical for a couple of days as snow dressed up the trees and covered the browns and grays. Reflections from the sky shadowed the white. But now I’ve had enough.
Spring can come any day and I’ll be quite satisfied. I’m looking for the crocus but crusty snow keeps them from breaking through. (or does it?) Write a haiku with a weather theme and you’ll smile.
crocus wait in line
the light tells when to blossom
rainbows for a week
nature drinks soft rain
downpours run to sea and lake
snow lasts one season