A Wrested Weather - Virelai

Spring winds blow their sound, Winter now is bound. Knees in, Melted, sludgy-browned, Green peaks through the ground. These in, Nature's own impound, Exiled now, grave mound, Squeeze in. Snow tries to reason, Get one last freeze in, Surprise! Vernal, yet weazen, March smells a treason, The lies! Mad by degrees in, Arrogant season, Reign skies! Hasten Cold's demise, February spies, Be drowned. Viridescent eyes, Vegetation rise, Be gowned, Prep and lionize, Time yields yearly prize, Be crowned!