Tell nature that she can’t fit all seasons into one week. She’ll laugh so hard that she’ll make the sun shine on Monday that she’ll rain tears on Tuesday that turns into snow on Wednesday and she’ll start all over again on Thursday while kids sled on melting snow on green grass down the hill on Lincoln Drive-- an act of joyous surrender and you unzip yourself like the parka you wore for one day but keep for all seasons.
National Poetry Month Day 21. Nature recycles herself here. Seriously. Don't get too comfortable with the weather.