Warmth

OK it*s green.  But so cold?  At this time of year?  Today is the day I get more pictures taken of my brain.  I was so sure the appointment was for 1:30... they called at 10 and asked where I was.  Oy.  I blame it on the cold.  Or the warm bed.  Or the cat.  Or the birds complaining outside.  Appointment now at 1:00.

What do the flowers think?

Does it feel like spring

As usual?

Is it hurry up and bloom before the next

Cold dip

Barely above freezing?

Are the birds sorry they returned so soon,

Hunched fluffed out like bumblebees

Will they need to lay new eggs

Keep the laid ones warm?

Or forego it

This year?

How do they decide?

Is it on nature automatic?

I am glad for the warm house

The bed that encouraged me to stay

The coffee cup warm and solid in my hands

The husband and cat still sleeping

Under the covers

At 10 in the morning,

Warm and solid 

Under the covers.

Inside I am grateful for warmth.

I listen to the birds

Complain.