Spring Planting

ski season is done.
we’ll have to make do with yards
full of happiness.

Oh, Oh, Colorado

our ski season ends
with bluebird jumps and peak views
(and a pinch of angst)

a snowy Monday
peppered shots fired; deaths;
(Colorado pain)

the sun god returns
leaving only soft snow drifts
to battle today

no real snow day
just a cat and a puzzle 
dreaming of travel

will the sign survive?
will Snowpocalypse happen?
or are we all flakes?

will a blizzard blow?
is March too late for shovels?
Friday, we will know.

a hellish week (year)
but we are nearing the end
and it’s so damn sweet

cats and flowers rise
as soon as the sun is bright
to welcome rare rain

please, rain, end this drought 
this plague of world crises
waiting at the door

ski reality:
perfect, bluebird, line-less days
few and far between