I am tired of smatterings
A smattering of snow when the earth cracks dry
A smattering of crocuses who can’t tell time
A smattering of left-over autumn leaves unwilling to fall
A smattering of chocolate chips not enough for cookies
And I am tired of only a modicum of hope
But I remember Newton:
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction
The opposite of these smatterings?
Not exactly but Perhaps
A blizzard encasing fields of un-pruned cone flowers
As new buds on the old lilac bushes hold their own
Obvious dust on the book shelves
A myriad of photo albums to update
(And what could be better than
A new bag of chocolate chips for the making)
But still
I am tired of only a modicum of hope
02-01-2021
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