The subtle approach of spring on a wet and chilly coastline

It snuck in on a quiet night

Absent any breeze

Foreshadowing the next rain

And we missed it.


It came back later that week,

Riding a northwest wind fierce

Fading in the afternoon

It tickled us through the night.


Over the hill and through the prairies

It comes on strong, somehow appearing

Then we drop our gaze for a moment

And get lost again in winter’s lingering hold.