Spring Springs

Spring springs upon her unawares; Perhaps she thought snow would drift Right up to her window, as it should In February, as in her memory No such month escaped some white.

Going forth in a sleeveless shift She pockets up seeds for flats, Pulls out dank bins of soil, Reaches for small pots, sets hope In light. Such April ploys are Not to be counted on, she knows -- Guessing random frosts Still may spring upon her unawares.