Mother Nature's Joke

Gray as Grandma's hair
Yet not nearly quite as soft
This dim April morn.

Despite this Spring cold
Forsythia's are blooming--
A yellow sprinkle.









Swirling overhead
Three birds dive, swoop, rise again--
Their own birdy tag.

Somewhere a dog howls
Lonely as a timber wolf;
Then birds take over.

One week until May
And yet I put my gloves on--
Mother Nature's joke.

Feels like snow today
As the forsythia bloom
And the woods turn green.









A splash of sunlight
Breaking through the gray clouds
Reminds me of Spring time.










Dandelions wait
For the warm sun to bless them.
It is getting late.