The weather is unusually disturbed and cold for this time of year, hailstones and frost….

As soon as the snow melts the grass begins to grow.

Even though the daytime high is barely above freezing, even
though May is very like November, marsh marigolds bloom
in the swamp and the popple trees produce a faint green
that hangs under the low clouds like a haze over the valley.

This is the way the saints live, no complaints, no suspicion,
no surprise.

If it rains, carry an umbrella, if it’s cold, wear
a jacket.

Louis Jenkins, American poet, 1942 -2019, Saints