Wind danced through the arbor,
Rumbles of thunder spoke of spring.
Even the snowflakes looked dazed
caught up in a frenetic fall from heaven —
ambiguous weather for the height of winter.
Shivers rippled sweaters
that were donned this morning
as if warm days would last forever,
and now, half-way through the afternoon
the sun smiles down, validating patience
and the predilection for angora.