How dare you tease
Me, Weather. A week of
Sun and warmth so early
Only to be snatched away
And replaced with gloom
And ice.

The sun may be shining, but
No, you can’t trick me. I know
The bitter wind that swirls with
The rays.

I’d make a deal with you
If I thought it would do any
Good, but you refuse to be
Reasonable.

You’ve held on to winter
For far too long, I think.
Aren’t you tired of it? A little
Spring would be a nice change,
Don’t you think?

No, you like seeing people
Shovel off their cars and fall
On the thick ice you produce.

I’m sorry Weather, but I
Can’t be friends with you
Anymore until you learn to
Play nice.

I’ll talk to you when you
Decide it’s finally time for
Spring.