We drove up to Hartford for the Connecticut Flower Show today and were caught by surprise by light snowfall–enough to cover the ground and remind us of how little snow we have seen this winter, and send me to writing.
unseasoned
it will not
make sense
to most for
me to say
I have missed
a real winter
february has
fallen away
with nothing
more than
a dusting
outlining the
rocks and
beds with
a reminder
of what
we’ve missed
what cold
has come
has not
been bitter
the shovels
are still in
the storeroom
spring may
still hold
surprises
but that will
not make up
for this
lost season
story-less
almost
other than
its mildness
even the
groundhog
didn’t see
this coming
Peace,
Milton
