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