Springtime in the Rockies
I spent the morning talking to the pear
and tulips in a ragged row, said
turn back. Think again. Reconsider.
It's just feels like an early summer wind.
It's warm, but not spring. Not yet, tulip brain.
Listen here. You are wrongheaded.
Winter wanes but not for long.
Frost will lay your green lair low.
Some things I cannot change but still dread.
Some things I wish I didn't know.
(Deb Barr - All Rights Reserved)