Not a Zen Master's View

Ancient poets wrote

Only good about nature.

Not me. Spring snow sucks.

Dangerous walks, snow-

choked roads, clear absence of care

for those on campus.

Two hour commute

unplowed, untreated roads like

driving on gravel.

T.S. Eliot:

 “April is the cruellest

 month.”  No shit, Sherlock.

Sorry, sweet flowers.

Osprey, you came back too soon.

Buds, please stay hidden.

Next week, I will plant

pansies.  I will ambush the

rose bush.  Tulips bloom.

Ray Wylie Hubbard

Says to value thanks over

hopes.  Will work on that.