I woke to the sound of the birds singing.
Or - was that yesterday?

I dreamed of first greens poking their heads up and out and through.
Or - was that the night before this?

I imagined - perhaps - that spring had sprung at last.
Or - was I just hoping?

The wind howls
The snow blows.
Yesterday was that.
Today it's this.

Grateful for warm blankets on a blustery March day.