Way too Early for Spring...

First snowfall diminishes in the morning sun
as the temperature climbs to temperate
A weird end to the blustery days of fall
with many leaves, now turned brown,
languishing on the tree,
sad they did not attain colorful glory
Patches of white on the still green grass,
like dollops of cream, still white, still clean,
even the piles by the curb
A warmer wind blows between the buildings,
making you wish you hadn't worn such a warm coat
Is it the calm before the inevitable storm
or a harbinger of the warm winter to come?
One can only pray it is so
and not jinx the weather in the believing
A motorcycle putters by,
in the trademark "peanut butter, peanut butter"
of a Harley in motion
as truants on skateboards roll by the library,
in t-shirts proclaiming their musical tastes
The meter maid walks past,
looking for transgressors lacking time;
tickets to be written for lack of a dime
The clock on the building reads 11:30,
other appointments wait, so i must hurry
back to my room and try to dispel the gloom
of wanting but not believing
the things that i see...

                11-09-12