Freak

It's March twelfth and
yesterday it was mid-80s.

Today had other plans.
I drove to my meeting
through slushy grey rain
and came home to snow.

Mother Nature has pulled
a fast one on us all.

Back indoors, I opted
to steal a quiet moment
and absorb this freak storm,
this last bit of winter.

I watched as big clumps
of velvet flakes cascaded
onto verdant spruce limbs,
tucking into spring with a chill.

I stare out my windows steeped
in a private snow globe moment.
I know this fuzzy white blanket
will be gone by dinner.

And by six,
it feels a dream,
the forest once again
moist and green.