lions and lambs
It's strange, this year. The first day of spring arrives like a sheep. The lamb came this month, after the lion in February (a two-day snow storm). So the sun is out, people are working in their yards, wearing shorts, riding bikes...and the trees are bare. The sun cuts bright and clear through empty branches and casts nothing but skin-and-bone shadows. That's the strange part.
Where are the flowers? Where are the sprouts, the buds? I did see crocuses in someone's yard. But the place still stinks of lion's breath. Snow drifts in shadows and in dark spots in dirty parking lots. Still there.
We play outside while we can, we dig our toes into dirt, suspiciously, hesitantly, wanting to believe that it's spring, but watching, wary for the lion, fearing for the sheep, questioning the full sun and the empty trees and our hopes for a breezy summer.