Twenty-plus degrees above normal
nothing normal about life
Mother Nature is confusing everything
and every single one of me.
Irises sprouting greenery
daffodils not far behind
birds building nests in unprotected
and unfinished eaves above me.
Seed catalogs in the mail
for a garden unprepared,
desired but undesired, under-tilled
and earth left behind me.
Cockroaches reclaiming territory
finding warmth in the day,
tree roots seeking hydration,
a plumber called too soon by me.
Spring used to be a calling
a wakening, a re-birth
I am hoping for the colors and hope of Spring
and I wish safe-winter to stay beside me.
Hibernation's over, excuses are all done,
I wish for acclimation elsewhere
a re-wakening, a new birth
and I am hoping Spring will find me.
There are separations among my dreams
and wishes scattered on the ground
75 degrees, maybe a number of steps
and I will find myself. I will find my me.