Winter Won't Budge
Though Spring's on Her way;
it's a gloomy day,
and I feel somewhat depressed.
I've looked for the sun,
and yet I've seen none;
today mirrors all the rest.
The birds aren't singing;
for Winter's clinging,
and the sky's stained somber grey.
The air feels chilly;
it may sound silly,
but I fear Winter may stay.
There is not much snow,
just an inch or so;
but April is near its end.
When Winter won't budge,
Sol gives Her a nudge;
so She'll not overextend.
Spring's brush, dipped in green;
will dapple the scene,
while wildflowers add color.
But with only white,
and no buds in sight:
Winter seems even duller.
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