This would be a different post if I hadn’t been working too many hours this week.
There would be a photo illustration, for one. I would have got outside before the warming day melted the snow skiffs that covered our tulips. Snow skiffs on two days. I counted.
There would be a polished haiku, for another. Well, there would be a revised haiku.
It is what it is.
White blankets green stalks;
shiv’ring blooms whisper, “Stay strong,
for this too shall pass.”
If they can stick it, I can. The work and the weather.