March

It's that place,

the one in between.

Sometimes,

blue skies with aeroplane vapour trails

taking people to destinations all around the world.

Then,

the grey,

stormy sleet ~

while all the while

daffodils stay sitting in florists windows.

Bunny rabbits

and eggs on every counter,

and shy little snowdrops

peeking their heads above the reluctant soil.

Just.

One minute it's soft downy snugglie  blankies

and the next not taking a coat to work.

I am loving this in-between place,

it's

like dusk and dawn.