Today it snowed spring. It really did.
I ran outside assuming it was ash from a wildfire, or a house fire, or a spirit fire.
The sky showed a yellow haze.
Smelling hard for charred remnants…
I detected Jasmine.
Looking deep ~ with my most penetrating gaze…
I saw dander a la’ dandelion.
Reaching ~ just to make sure…
I caught a dry rose petal lost on the wind.
But what of the haze?
The suspicious yellow haze?
the bees must be busy.