A Cloudy Sky Pouts
A cloudy sky pouts, under threat of rain:
as a brisk breeze rattles my windowpane.
And a ghostly fog reinforces doubts,
under threat of rain: a cloudy sky pouts.
There's little change; Winter is persistent:
any trace of Spring is nonexistent.
April is gone, and May is acting strange:
Winter is persistent; there's little change.
Winter is stalling, unwilling to leave,
sending signals that confuse and deceive.
And defying Nature: She's stonewalling;
unwilling to leave; Winter is stalling.
There's no trace of the permanence of Spring:
climate change is mucking with everything.
Until Winter leaves, Spring can't show its face:
of the permanence of Spring; there's no trace.
We will be in June before you know it:
Spring is teasing, not willing to commit.
Another miserable afternoon:
before you know it, we will be in June.
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