It is still winter.

It will be winter for long, too long.

I am wondering about the milkweeed seeds I’d planted last spring. I think I did it too late and this commonest of wildflowers that lines every ditch and abandoned garden plot refused to grow in mine. I wonder if these seeds, now properly frozen, will finally decide to sprout this year. I wonder when crocuses will come this year and how many there will be. I wonder when will be the first day I will feel spring and who will tell me about it.