The Sun is shinning
The Sky is blue
The Clouds are rare and white
Yet the Wind is cold
And the Trees are still bare
Why this torment,
This promise of Spring?
It's supposed to be warm
But it just isn't happening.
Yet I know
This torment will end
Spring will come
Summer will follow
Warmth and Green will reign.
Note: I had written this a while back when it was still very cold out.
Spring is like that, fickle and fey - relax - it will come, then Summer and you will want the heat to end.....
ReplyDeleteI'll never want the heat to end, not when at the end I know that it'll be so cold I can't stand it.
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