Spring May Be

I’d like to, but I probably won’t

Stop worrying.

Believe all the gurus who proclaim aging is easy

Stop buying black sweaters

Be less fearful about falling

Try being a blonde, even for a little while

Or if not, adding a vivid blue streak

Consider botox

Stop being terrified about each and every remote side effect of ordinary medications

Laugh more often

Pretend about anything or anyone

Be less irritated with current politicians of both parties

Learn a second language, preferably Spanish

Ski

Stop having bad dreams

Be more optimistic

Read more nonfiction

Be friendlier

Tell a joke

Join a choir

Wear a braid

Or pierce my ears

Eat shellfish

Be spontaneous about anything

Most of all, have the Fabulous Four and all those they love to dinner once a month

Fall in love with winter

However, I confess I’ve recently tried and enjoyed both both Reiki and Balayage so perhaps I can change.

If not, well, I won’t worry about that right now because the snowflakes have finally stopped falling and I just saw a glimpse of sunshine.

And I honestly believe spring may be late, but will come again this year.