a warning popped up on my weather app 
a bright red dot drawing my attention away  
from the burgeoning green 
rapidly overrunning winters dread 
all flotsam and jetsam left from cold and damp 
as Spring fills in gaps with bud and flower 
covering each edge of the garden 
with new tender morsels 
of Aprils unrestrained promise
pink azaleas just beginning to bloom 
japanese maples with their frilly blossoms
blueberry bushes holding clusters of future fruit
camellias scarlet buds, ferns fiddleheaded,
newly sprouted grasses tender as down

then the red dot on the weather app
Frost Warning, April fool, it may all be gone tomorrow