It is Always Somebody's Birthday

Spring celebrated this week.
Another tease with fifty on the thermometer Tuesday,
only to get windy and colder again on Wednesday.

Mother Nature didn't mean to be this grandiose in her belly.
It's just hard to wait for daffodils to be born
when the snow scrambles, seemingly invincible,
and we all shudder against the another blizzard.

Nonetheless, on days like today,
when the sap is running like a river of joy
and the sun shines on the gluttony of maples
in the icy deep of March,
we step up boldly with a steaming mug of love
and sing "Happy Birthday" at the top of our lungs.

We give a toast to new life and ask the black bandit of time
to leave all our treasure alone for the moment
while we rock our precious children awake with gratitude
for the story of another day.