Wednesday Wonder

A late snow spread its blanket

over hesitant Crocuses

and they wondered

if they should roll over

and catch another few winks

The Robins that flew

a thousand miles north

trusted ancient instinct

in spite of the sleet

that covered their beaks

And then there is my kind

crawling out of a sleepy den

sniffing the grey sky

and putting off the revelry of spring

one more day

Tim Carson

March 2010