Climatic Chess Game
Spring and winter are wrestling with March
One day it is seventy-two and almost balmy
By that evening we are in danger of getting frostbite
For two days we are running around in shorts.
The third day has us bundling into our snowsuits.
We need our de-icer the minute we leave it in our garage
Buds on lilac trees freeze before they can open
Spring and winter flip flop back and forth, flexing muscles
We do not dare plant anything until May.
April is almost as iffy as March.
We are pawns in this climatic game of chess.
Inaccurately predicting their next moves
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