signs of spring

Ah, spring!
With your promise
of melt and mud and maple
to be followed by primrose
and crocus, the red tulip
bursting from the earth
like fireworks.
You’ll be here soon,
regular as rain
or the phases of the moon.
You arrive, like clockwork,
and yet our routine
is to tire of snow
and bemoan your lateness.
Registering complaints,
the first sign of spring.

primroses ready for dirt, photo by Marian Kent
I wrote a first draft of this little ditty in a work session about Myers-Briggs personality types, in which we were asked to write a paragraph about Spring. If you must know, I'm an ENFP. Sigh.