Because It's Spring

Although it's spring, the trees are bare; The house retains a chill. Though promised warmth is in the air, I wear a sweater still. Although it's spring, the daffodils Have not their yellows shown And I've not heard the chirps and trills Of birds who south have flown. Although it's spring, my short-sleeved tees Are waiting to be worn And dandelions on a breeze Aren't ready to be borne. The calendar reminds us that This season's meant to bring Such joy, which isn't where it's at Right now, although it's spring.