Frost warnings went out last night.
Again, tonight, it’s a possibility.
As I walked across the lawn, I thought
it felt more like March than April.
Wait. What was that? A black netting
hanging from the jonquil. I walked
to the front of the garden, then stopped,
unbelieving. A swallowtail! So soon!
And in this cold! Oh, Springtime,
every single one of your gifts
comes as such a delightful surprise.