The calendar affirms that spring has arrived
Why then did the weather take a snowy dive?
Heavy, wet snow arrives overnight
Is this some terrible joke, not right?
Instead of spring, we now experience deep snow
Where is the snow shovel when we need it now?
Well . . . Have no concern at all, for you see
A poet can write about most anything to be
Thankfully, there is really no snow to spoil spring
When will warmth replace winter’s frosty sting?
Even the songbirds remain quite bunched up for now
On powerlines high above, they sing and take a bow
Again, the calendar sets the date of a new season
Why should we believe the date for any reason?
This past winter has indeed soured our attitude
When will Mother Nature give us some latitude?