Old Man Winter dropped by for a visit
I was unaware he was stopping by and
surprised by the gift he left outside my door.
Snow had dusted heavily on the bushes and trees
and my car was wearing a deep cap of wet snow.
I glanced at the forsythia
in all its yellow glory and was reminded
"Three snows after the forsythia blooms"
Throughout the day
the temperatures warmed.
The sun swept high in the sky and
melted the snowy blanket that had covered the land.
I could see the green blades of grass
uncovered by the melting snow.
Old Man Winter may visit another day, but
the purple and yellow crocuses are still poking through the snow.
The daffodil buds are huddling tightly together
until their day to open comes.
Soon, Old Man Winter will take his rest
and spring will bring us sunshine and flowers.
I wait patiently and hope for spring to visit with me soon.
She's just around the corner.
