Thoughts on a Cold Day in May

I put aside my books
And look out my window
To watch an oriole in my garden
I note the grey clouds
And the light rain falling again
So cold for this time of year.

I smile at my judgement
As if I had ordered this weather
And got the wrong one
And would send it back.

I know it doesn’t work like that.
Everything is what it it is,
And everything is a gift
Or a curse. I see both ways.
I put on a sweater
And plan for the summer
I still believe is coming.