The sky forgot its cue today,
Woke in spring but dressed in gray.
Blossoms bloomed, then shivered backâ
Snowfall traced the tulipâs track.
The birds returned, confused and thin,
Windswept from a world theyâd been.
Their songs fell flat on frozen air,
Unsure what brought them early there.
The sun arrives, then disappears,
As if unsure which time of year
To burn, or bow, or simply hideâ
The season...