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