First Day of Spring

Today is spring and here’s the thing – It seems to play the part. The weather’s slightly warmer And it’s sunny – that’s a start. Some buds have poked up from the soil And birds have started singing. I ditched my scarf and hat But to my turtlenecks, I’m clinging. For I am not the trusting sort And spring’s a fickle season. Tomorrow may be cold again – There is no rhyme or reason. So though we all should welcome spring And hope it’s here for good, Before I pack my wools away, I think I’ll knock on wood.