The last few months have left us tumbled and it’s been rough.
Winter beat us down and we have had enough.
I can feel it coming by the beat of her wings
Still, despite the date, it is not quite Spring

Though the park is suffused with a golden glow,
it’s just one of the colors that she likes to show.
The days are longer and the sky is promising
but no matter evidence, it is not yet Spring.

I don’t think that I can wait much longer…
the need to speed into the season’s getting stronger…
Are there many more days that I must ponder
if patience for Spring is right, then I am wronger!

I miss being out of doors and walking jacketless.
If I could do that again, ‘twould be miraculous.
I cannot wait for all the stuff the season can bring.
It’s coming soon, I’m sure! It’s just not quite Spring.

Any day now, I’ll be checking, only to recognize
a shift in weather before my very own eyes.
With warmth and sunshine and other vital things
I will discover that I have finally entered Spring.

The season’s changing really soon, you can’t control it.
No matter what you try to do, you won’t withhold it.
I’ve seen the future and my prophecy foretold it.
The Spring is coming and it’s great. Hell, we are owed it!