Cold Snap

The chords of early spring sound
resemble chords of early autumn

the trees struggle to burst their branches
while people turn the collars up on their porches

against the cold nothing to do
but wait for the outside to breathe in again

as the screen door swings off its hinges
letting in through the gash the bugs who never left

somehow they found a way to endure
as the milky way continues its imperceptible spin

above our heads