Morning dawned,
a new spring day
arose from night’s
comforting embrace.
Ah, spring.
Our sun is heating us
more and more
while winter’s dark doldrums
pass into obscurity.
Sounds of nature awakening
should be coming through
the bedroom window.
Chirping birds,
children playing.
And then....
And then I looked
out.
A howling gale
beat relentlessly
against my windows.
Flakes of snow stuck
to my sidewalks.
It looked cold.
It seemed cold.
It is cold.
Spring has sprung,
but it’s kiss is frigid.
It seems to be a good day
to stay in bed.