This too shall pass

On wintry mornings,
when all else but coffee fails,
take heart; spring’s coming.

Engulfing

In your face, darling
buds, often overwhelming,
nature, as toddlers.

Peeking through the trees,
straight into denying eyes,
changing; climate, lives.

Poking out, calling,

as toddler for its mother,

comes first sign of spring.

Reaching for the skies,

like well manicured buildings,

aim for the high life.