Late Winter.

We turned cold. The fancies are no dummies. Gray low rolling clouds, quilted, over the top of us, all afternoon. February again in March. Or March in March. Maybe we got greedy. Nobody seems to want us to freeze, but they want us damn close. It's too soon for most everything except the daffodils. There's probably another cold snap coming after this. It's March. I don't know what else I could have been hoping for. We're not supposed to see the sun for days.