so sad….
Driving through flurries,
Spring pink ruffle petals drift,
Snowing, blowing down.
I cry, “Not yet!”, was
just yesterday, Oregon
Winter, brutal wet cold.
We need your petal pink!
You sun-glowed mere hours ago
on eager tank-tops.
They fall away, and
uncharacteristically
I’m a sad poet.
Goodbye, cruel blooms, alas.
Tara Talks Too Much 
We need your petal pink! (Love this line!) I mourn with you today, my sister-friend!
Right? Just yesterday we were breaking out inappropriately summer-ish clothes…..