spring has finally returned a host absent from its own party birds celebrate once again flowers open to the sun filling the atmosphere with their fragrance all seems possible once more 3.18.17 [Image Source]

on this day of green people adorn in emerald, lime and kelly; they gather for green beer poured into green mugs, green cake sliced with green frosting, or corned beef simmering with green cabbage. symbolic shamrocks are stamped, printed or tattooed as a sign of allegiance to an unknown cause, when really just another reason …

the cold still lingers like an unwelcome stranger an interloper crashing the party of the expected spring its stay, though brief is resented nonetheless by all in celebration of a new season’s promises 3.16.17

the ides of march cold snaps it’s whip and we fall in line zippers zipped and hands tucked tight we brace for what must be withstood 3.15.17

morning walk has become a forgotten scene from sleepy hollow as i make my way in the dark with trees looming overhead always on the verge of stumble unable to see the path before me in anticipation of light like a late arriving lover whom you don’t question the reasons for delay 3.14.17