Others may gripe
about the late spring
snow shower, but I smile
because the flowers
are not fooled.
Not really; it’s been in the upper 80’s (F) all week. But the ornamental pear trees that line the street look a lot like they did a couple weeks ago (minus the tiny green leaves), when each branch was weighed down with a tiny mound of snow.
Each time a bird alights in or takes off from a tree, there’s a little shower of white petals. Last evening I heard small voices giggling and shrieking, “It’s snowing!” Down the street, two children were tossing twigs into the trees and dancing around in the resulting cascade.
For a few magical days, snowy white petals will swirl on the breezes and form car-blown drifts in the street. Despite the ridiculous heat, it really is only spring.