13 April – Indecision

The first brave Peacock flickers and flits
before beating his wings in hasty retreat.
Who can judge when hibernation is done
when hail and gales intersperse with sun?
But that first pioneer, though only briefly seen,
promises flutters will follow if I wait out the in-between.
It’s only a few short weeks now till they’ll dance regularly,
alighting on purple spears, and winking their eyes at me.