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.