Out my window I see

The season playing with me

Calling me a fool

“You think it to be Spring time?”

Mocks the north wind, “Give them hail!”

Such rhythms today!

Clouded skies crying to clear,

Blue so breathtaking,

Even The Sun was in awe!

Flush as a cherry in bloom.

Deceptive sunlight,

Filters between vibrant green,

Neon in color!

But a breeze will cool the skin

Beware Winter’s last caress.

What was singular,

Explodes into one thousand,

Pastel pink petals,

Like a silent fireworks show

Celebrating Lady Spring.

Winter’s gate closes

In its wake Spring comes again

A cycle renewed

Sprouts tracking above the blue

That which gives us radiance

Grey clouds gathering

Where the sky meets the ocean

At the Western gate

I see the oncoming storm

Welcoming the Winds of Spring

Beyond these glass panes,

Lives a world, ever-moving,

Wonderful and wild!

And yet, the raindrops stop me,

From leaving these four bare walls.

Biting winter wind,

Rolling through the alleyway,

Making spring the fool,

Or so it would seem to me,

And my tissue paper coat.