Spring Weather

Just when the grass
begins to show color,
and the first robin is
an occasion, and heavy
coats and boots sink back
in the closets, just when
neighbors smile as they meet
or lift a hand in greeting,
just when the days ahead
remind us of lawn mower and
garden—it snows, a thick
wet heavy snow covering
everything including the
promise we thought was given.
How like my bedfellow
who upsets the seasons of our
affection and leaves me
shivering in my bewilderment
at the change in weather.