Head-down, do I dare look up
Fragile joy ends quite abrupt
For what clouds view in study window
Turns blood cold, demeanour into
One so sour, from the sweet
As gray skies rain down snowy sleet
I tell you this is not the way
To start the lovely month of May!
We’ve waited in our northern tuck
As months and months have had us stuck
To only have our hopes so teased
To sit inside, arms crossed, displeased
The silver lining of morass
This moisture quenches parched dry grass
And just might make the spring more spring-y
If only Winter weren’t still cling-y
Oh well, I put warm sweater on
And start a cuppa, move along
Inevitable is sun and green
The trees will bud, beatific scene
This slush that made me don my boots
Is melted, gone, (but boon for roots)
And cruel joke that our friend did pull -
Confirms May’s unpredictable!
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