Spring's Coming An Iou In Lieu

Slovenly winter's sojourn lingers, but dwindles away. Petulant cold snaps, squalls and hail the exit price you pay. Riddance wrung from season squeezed by hugs to relent reluctantly. In dawn's budding yolk core, a sign of hope that Spring's door shunt Nurtures renewal, renounces enfeebled winter gloom with enlightened lilt. Get those shoes on, ready for a gamboling, frolicking dance in kilt. Impatient expectation threatens to half-bake Spring's coming. So easy to go off half-cocked, like cock miscalling a morning. Conjure up your juggling balls, and warm your hands as well, On stage you go, to keep your baoding balls chiming a spell. Meditating on what Spring may bring when plated to please, and charm. Inviting renewal, a fresh go, mindfully aware of warnings strung on yardarm Nevermore to be ensnared by false hope and expectations Growing too fast and withering on vine, denying your supplications. So often your hope chest is wrecked when predictions are dashed On rocky shores, hidden behind a rosy mirage of beach on shore bedecked. Only expect half your quiver of Spring gambits darts to hit home true. Never be disappointed that Spring's coming only delivers an IOU in lieu.