One Single Impression: Enigma

It's like this
Every single year
But word comes in the news
And we forget what we know:

The alerts, the warnings, the advisories:
"A danger of freezing temperatures tonight
In every part of your county."

In other words:

Spring could die tonight

And there's nothing you can do.

Next morning,
A fox runs down the sidewalk
The gale force winds carry
The scent of cherry and lilac
Everywhere
And unfolding green leaves
Dance

Because you dance in the wind.

You survive the cold.

Year after year,

And it's new every time--

So is the fear
That we won't.

Call it an enigma.
Call it May.

One Single Impression