Spring Springs

Spring springs upon her unawares;Perhaps she thought snow would driftRight up to her window, as it shouldIn February, as in her memoryNo such month escaped some white.Going forth in a sleeveless shift
She pockets up seeds for flats,Pulls out dank bins of soil,Reaches for small pots, sets hopeIn light. Such April ploys areNot to be counted on, she knows --Guessing random frostsStill may spring upon her unawares.