Wednesday, May 12, 2010

In Which It May Not Yet Be Spring

My lilacs bow like Atlas 'neath the weight
Of many inches of wet, sloppy snow.
It's far from Fortean to have, so late,
Such quantity dumped on us, but, you know
I'm really done with this. O Baltimore,
Weird city I shall visit just weeks hence,
Please tell me you shall have sunshine in store
And balmy weather. My wish is intense
To feel true springtime! But I should be glad:
The rototilling didn't go as deep
As shall be needed; moisture won't be bad
For this, our effort. Meanwhile I'll just keep
My snow boots and my shovel handy. Sigh.
Just months ago snow so gladdened my eye...

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