I grow impatient for flowers
in the garden
in the parks
and I think I might buy some at the grocery store to tide me over.
I go into my archives where there are flashes of delight
recalling springs past
attention paid
and I remember wisdom in the waiting.
Everywhere here there is a carpet of tiny, bright, yellow flowers on a sea of emerald. However, tomorrow it is supposed to snow. The flowers here are tough so maybe they will survive.
It sounds lovely, Juliana. Those flowers have to be tough given the temperature fluctuations you experience there!