Sleepy Bugs

Warmer days in Central New York make me feel eager, restless, and ready to remove the layers of last falls leaves from the yard. I want to clear out breathing space for the crocuses and daffodil leaves even tho they don't need my help. I want to fuss in the garden beds even tho I know it's too early, and the sleepy bugs and pollinators that found a cozy spot for the winter aren't ready for me to pull the blankets off yet. "It's still too cold!" they'd yell. So, I resist. I pick up sticks and wrappers that aren't mine but blew this way with the wind. I admire the soft purple of the crocus petals. I imagine the sleepy bugs all cozy in their beds under the piles of leaves. Like me, on a Monday morning, they aren't ready to wake up yet; just five more minutes, please.