April fool

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


Epiphany-tide, ordinary time
before our Lenten ashes and fasts
how extraordinary this time of silvered days
etched with gold
scented with resinous incense
of cedar
and myrrh

sweet grass braids 
draped across sturdy Saint Joseph
release their green scent
each time our door opens
to the cold wind
as the sound of angel wings
drift in with the snow

time enough for reflection
in iced panes
blue as the Madonna's shawl
that blue of trumpeting morning glories
and mourning that results in joy
ahh the quixotic nature 
of faith 
in light of all that would make it unseemly
and foolish

yet, here we are
in the ordinary time of Epiphany
praying for the scales
to be rubbed from our eyes
and the touch of a garment
to heal our stigmata wounds
chalking C M B along the lintel
and shoveling a path
on the road to Gethsemane