Daily April poem: out of luck

SPRING

April does the cha-cha

with my expectations.

I'm ready to pop champagne

and declare the glacier

in front of the garage

melted for the season

when I wake

inside a snow globe again.

Pity the robins,

returned too soon

and forced to squabble

with the angry chickadees

for scarce barstools

at the birsdseed diner.

Fortunate worms, granted

a temporary reprieve.

 

 

The third 30x30 poem prompt was "out of luck."

Yesterday morning we enjoyed a bit of spring snow, and I couldn't help wondering -- as I do every year -- what becomes of the robins who return to New England before the snow has entirely relinquished us. This poem arose out of that wondering.

If you're interested in other people's responses to these prompts, you can check out each day's submissions by clicking on each prompt link, here. Feedback is always welcome!

NaPoWriMo 2013