While I was sleeping

This week's prompt at One Deep Breath is subtle changes. Not the obvious things you declare and sally forth to change like your weight, your work habits, your hair color (although, that, too, can change oh so subtly and fast!), but the things that shift and morph while we aren't looking, while we are sleeping through life. I suppose there is a way of looking at this in a glass half-full way, like...

Irises peek out
three-prong heads hold fast in rain
beware flakes, flowers!

Oh wait. That's not half-full. That is definitely my muse drinking the glass half down. Poor, poor irises, coming up too soon. I was happy to see them...

Hello, old blue friends
spring flowers awake too soon.
It's good to see you!

But we all know what will happen to their short, green, triangular heads when the snow finally flies. OK. So my muse is speaking in empty milk bottle metaphors. She is allowed. Here are my, uh, excuse me, HER views on those subtle changes. Maybe I wouldn't be quite so grouchy if only the sun would shine! And with it, a sunny snow shower!

Clementines grow soft
left in wooden box on floor.
Best intentions rot.

Finger through old fruit,
bread stored in fridge cold and hard.
Rations for winter.

Overalls stop short
five-year-old ankles shiver
When did you grow, boy?