Two Warm Days In A Row
Yesterday, Winter storms made the front page:
today, the headlines are all about Spring,
hailing the changes only She can bring;
like warm breezes to disarm Winter's rage.
But like the musings of a wizened sage,
the doldrums of Winter manage to cling.
And the Robin Redbreast must wait to sing,
for this premature Spring hasn't come of age.
Today, it's cloudy and about to snow,
while temperatures dip below zero.
And a sulking sun refuses to show;
forcing thoughts of an early Spring to go.
And yet, though Spring fled, She's still my hero;
for She gave me two warm days in a row.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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