another snowstorm
in March, the only sign
of color, one redbird
On the ides of March, I get the bike out of the shed and go for my first ride of the year. I'm not even wearing a coat. Sure, it's windy, but that's to be expected in early Spring. Then the Mad March Wind turns blustery, plummets the temperature and drives a new swarm of snowflakes down from the north. This morning I look out at a world gone white once more, awed by winter's tenacity. Only the sight of one vivid Cardinal reassures me that warmth and color have not forsaken the world.
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