Evening of a Spring Snowfall

The flowerbeds are covered,
trees stark and black.

What was it I was thinking?

Age comes to that.
What I lack
is a sense of perspective.

Or, perhaps, I am only dreaming.
It may not matter.

Air will warm, snow melt,
birds sing,
and trees leaf out.

For now,
the movie I am seeing
is in black and white.