Two Warm Days In A Row
Just last week, Winter storms made the front page,
while today’s 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 maintain their cling.
And the Robin Redbreast must wait to sing
until this premature Spring comes of age.
It’s cloudy outside and threatens to snow,
as temperatures dip below zero.
And a sulking sun refuses to show;
while thoughts of an early Spring quickly go.
And yet, though Spring fled, She’s still my hero
for giving me two warm days in a row.
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