I don't believe in spring
Not yet, not when there's frost
On the car I forgot to bring in last night.
I don't believe in spring
When the weekend's forecast shows snow,
And the furnace will again kick on, endlessly.
No, it's hard to believe in spring
When I'm grabbing a winter coat from the closet
And regretting I took my gloves from the pocket.
And where was spring this morning,
When I woke in the dark, shivering,
Thinking of warm coffee and abandoned blankets?
O spring, cruel phantom,
Meteorological tease,
Vernal equinox who?
You've fooled those birds I heard singing
When I opened the front door this morning,
Before even the sun got up.
Although the sun seems confused --
So warm on my back, and
Forgetting t to set until long into evening.
I've warned the trees in my yard--
Budding rapidly - -that this
Is something they'll regret. To no avail.
You go ahead. Get all excited and open your windows.
Not me. I won't be falling for that errant warm day
Because I don't believe in spring.
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