Winter Is Hanging On
Today's another frigid Winter day,
there are no signs that Spring is on its way.
For it is much the same as yesterday,
sunshine and flowers seem so far away;
snow-covered playgrounds lack children at play.
Salmon aren't yet swimming upstream to spawn,
although bears count on this phenomenon.
And all hopes for an early Spring are gone;
it's a sure sign that Winter's hanging on.
We are experiencing freezing rain,
that'll subsequently turn to snow again;
thanks to climate change, the weather's insane.
Global warming could be postponing Spring;
it seems to be affecting everything.
And yet, I pray to God that it isn't so!
We'll need to persevere; we're nearing May,
let's hope Spring's merely late and not withdrawn.
Spring has not arrived yet; that much is plain,
but the weather can be a tricky thing;
I'm hoping, any day now, she will show.
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