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Teeter-Totters
Warm weather, teeter-totters back and forth;
Winter counterchecks every move Spring makes
to wiggle free from the grip of the north.
Winter has applied both feet to the brakes,
aiming to stay put whatever it takes.
April showers often end up as snow,
and disappointment fuels frustration.
There are insufficient signs Spring will show;
and hope morphs into a sad sensation
when Winter extends Her occupation.
Though Winter's overextended Her stay,
snowdrops and tulips are starting to sprout;
and returning songbirds are on their way.
Spring will arrive; of that, there's little doubt;
but I miss Her most when it's snowing out.
The earth thaws; that is Winter's undoing,
as patches of green embroider the scene.
Though Winter's leaving and life's renewing
somber skies haven't yet turned aquamarine,
Spring is somehow stuck somewhere in between.
Copyright ©
Emile Pinet
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