Angry: birds!

birds were singing this morning

chirping

chatting

tweeting their message

of new,

fresh,

hope.

Too soon.  Much too soon.

everyone asks the groundhog

on matters such as these

but no one

not a soul

consulted me.

my heart is still

stinging;

frozen;

winter is piled upon me

and I am not even considering

beginning to dig out.