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.


afternoon –
both dogs snoring
their eyes open


© Steve Mitchell 2015