Spring in Winter

I never saw any white on the ground,

unless you count the morning frost

that disappeared before nine.

Spring peepers are harmonizing

with songbirds in an early spring symphony,

a pleasant sound to accompany my daydreams.

***

My closet has become a smorgasbord of every season.

I'm wearing sundresses under heavy trenchcoats

because the weather is unpredictable.

Now I am preparing for snow in April,

enough so the blooms poke out to remind us it's spring.

Have they been able to adapt as easy as I with the constant changes?

***

What a contradictory scene I see before me:

trees so bare when it feels like spring

in a place used to all four seasons.

I don't like the freezing snow

but even I must admit that I missed it.

Because, truly, what is winter without one good snow?