It's 6:29:19 AM Eastern Standard Time.
It's been snowing for ten minutes or so, and already the streets and cars host a mantle of grainy white.
By 9:03:11 Eastern Standard Time, we are back to a Maine Winter.
Against the driveway wall, hidden yet again, waiting still to once more be stirred into action, sit a color seeking the Sun.
As do fragrant blossoms 'bove silky plumes,
And on the front slope, fitfully slumbering, awaiting too the call, stout 'greens sheltering sweet tinkling bells...
Sugarplums no longer dance, nor prance down the halls of my head. Instead, visions of cool water lap upon the synapses of my mind.
The sunshine gleams so bright and warm,
The sky is blue and clear.
I run outdoors without a coat,
And spring is almost here.
Then before I know it,
Small clouds have blown together,
Till the sun just can't get through them
And again, it's mitten weather.Unknown writer… wish it were me.