She was glad she didn't live by the calendar-
it said it was Spring.

The major early signs also lied...

the robin spotted in the yard,
the sandhill cranes shouting
the opposite of a gunshot
so startling to see them float
back to the field where even the tenacious snow
slow to give ground
each morning revealed more, became less.

And yes, even the tiniest tuberous green was breaking through…

She was glad she brought her coat, put it on, and left.
Like an unexpected winter
there was no heat behind his smile.

It wasn't Spring…not yet.