Tears not falling.

You brought flowers.

Now as wilted as my hopes.

You brought warmth.

Now waking hours as cold as my bed.

Quiet vigil. Hopes never dashed. (1915Motion Pict. Mag/USPD:pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

You brought long lyrical walks.

Now all roads lead one way to desolation.

You whispered of morning bird songs.

Now only silence echoes.

Bewildered. Barren. The starkness stings.

I warned you about getting your hopes up. Being too trusting.
(1919Motion Pict.Mag./USPD:pub.date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

They say “Set them free and they will return – to stay forever.”

That I will not ask.

Something you are cannot give.

And truth be known, I would grow tired of you.

Your energy, your lightheartedness, your games

Eventually with my retreat to the  shadows.

But for a while we would be enamoured of each other.

Companions entwined with overflowing joy.

So cruel, Spring. Breezing in with whispered promises only abruptly disappear.

Are you teasing another?

Cold hearted flirt.

Why? Why? Can’t stop thinking about it.(Jakobides/USPD:reprod of PD art/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Waiting with ready forgiveness.

You always want what you cannot have.

Tears frozen. Not falling.

Unlike the darn temperature: 77 yesterday – 27 today.

Spring, with your little high school girl antics, Got a Sugar Daddy elsewhere?

Taking bribes from the cruise industry?

And today. Nothing to see here. That ugly 3 lettered word that begins with “I” is being said not too far from here. That’s irritating: More than 3 letters and more than applicable.

Please. Return.

Unchill my heart…and toes.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

Yesterday: sun with little spring notes. Guess those were just “save the date” cards.

First bloom on the rosemary bush. Blushingly dressed for her presentation.

Native woods violets. They kindly followed me home from the farm and decided they liked resort living. Hardy early boomers and thriving. I would say taking over, but am afraid they’d take offense and leave.

Eager to please, arching Bridal Veil is always first to the party and never complains. A true spring bride.

Mexican heather bush among the violets. Doesn’t care. Will dare. Knows the bees and butterflies are desperate. (Yes, saw butterflies yesterday)

Always a rebel. Summer white Vinca: not in assigned seat or season. Geraniums graciously keeping company all winter.

Cold-loving, winter frolicking Pansies. Are they responsible? Tried to ask if they bribed Spring to stay away a bit longer, but they aren’t talking. But suspiciously blooming like crazy.