It is a Morning, Almost Spring

it is a morning, almost Spring,
with singing birds
and a cold wind
blowing across the balcony

the little white flowers
carpet the grass
and hold me back
from cursing the winter
which is almost gone
and which I will remember fondly

there were walks in the snow
and in the rain
an unexpected meeting
at the airport
and unexpected blizzards
in a parking garage

unexpected mood swings
and unexpected deaths
unexpected espionage
and unexpected warmth

she says
"I must not expect"
and I say hmmm,
it is the unexpected that haunts me,
I must agree