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)

sometimes the night's lights
are only in the sunset
(not the soccer game)

a Sunday ski day
is not equal to church time
(it's so much better)

blue sky Saturday
with winter branches hugging 
the first day of spring

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

only two days late
the snow has taken over
(Lord, save us from drought)

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

preparing for snow
though it seems another farce
(thank you climate change)

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