On the Brink

The days are getting longer; The sky’s remaining light. It feels like spring’s arrived But Mother Nature says – not quite! The temperature’s still chilly; The wind chill ruddies cheeks. The calendar confirms that spring Is not for a few weeks. Yet birds have started chirping And buds are on the trees. Puddles keep their liquid form And just refuse to freeze. Although I love the winter, I’m tantalized to think That seasons are about to switch And spring is on the brink.