First Snow?

 First Snow?

A bright early light shines through the curtain.

I push it aside and a scene of early winter appears.

Green grass shows through a coat of white,

While snow falls like a shawl over the land,

A beautiful winter morning, but it’s not winter.

It’s spring, the first of May!

The weather report tells me, up North, a foot or two.

In our locale, just an inch or two.

Still, Old Man Winter this year is reluctant to leave.

I think I’ll take his cue and stay myself.

In bed, that is.