Winter still hangs roundabout -
Wind that cuts right to the bone,
Frost won't leave the cars alone,
Thirty degrees in the morning,
Temps will rise with little warning,
Sixty degrees feels so fine
Plus the sunshine is divine.
But the moment that dusk nears:
Frozen fingers, toes, and ears.
On the sunless side of street
There are patches one will meet
Of relentless piles of snow
(Reminders winter just won't go)
The sunny side completely thawed
Showing grass and sticks and sod.
Spring from zero right to eighty
Without leaves there's nowhere shady.
Come on, Spring, we've had enough
And this season's been quite rough,
Bring on weather good and hot -
Hit us with your best Spring Shot.
