Melting
The snow is melting in the sun
While strollers stroll and runners run.
The thaw, it feels like, has begun
But we can’t get too cozy.
For way before the melting’s done
And kids have had their snowball fun,
The weather wheel just might be spun
And things won’t look so rosy.
In wintertime, we jump the gun
And think that somehow we have won
When it warms up, but it can stun;
Tomorrow might be frozy!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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