Fickle Spring
FICKLE SPRING
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The spring, warm, then, cold, sun, snow, rain.
Hazel blooming December time.
All wonder, does spring feel a pain?
Fickle weather, it's inhumane!
Bluebells, flower buds showing early?
The spring, warm, then cold, sun, snow, rain.
Showers? Is spring feeling tear'ly?
Still time for snow or sleet again!
Privet holding, is it in pain?
So much going on, right or wrong?
The spring, warm, then cold, sun, snow, rain.
Robin thinks its spring, it's in song!
One month till its springtime proper.
Still fickle, still so uncertain.
Let's hope summers not a shocker!
The spring, warm, then cold, sun, snow, rain!
Copyright © Mick Talbot | Year Posted 2018
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