Today feels like Spring.
Just a taste of things to come,
And just enough to
Whet the appetite for more.
The pond that had frozen over
(Then gotten lost under
Tons of snow debris)
Tons of snow debris)
Now sits semi-exposed,
Showing off its soft surface and
Dead branches and
Patches of the future yet to come.
Windows are opened,
Jackets are shed.
My hair spends most of its time
Flapping into my face
As I drive
Then sit outside in
Then sit outside in
Bleachers at a lacrosse game.
It's March.
In New England that means
Four more weeks of
Snow in the forecasts.
Snow in the forecasts.
But today --
Today feels like spring.
