If You Blink
by Steve Mitchell
Yesterday, on the bike, before the sun, I caught a whiff of citrus bloom. Spring, short spring, is coming. I love that smell, every year, and I smiled in my helmet.
And maybe I shouldn’t have written this in past tense, but it still happens, fresh, in your mind, when you read it. And, anyhow, the moment was passed well before I thought to think it.
We’re all of us one step behind.
And spring is over too soon.
both dogs snoring
their eyes open
© Steve Mitchell 2015