Spring, I thought you were here to stay.
Last month we celebrated your arrival.
What is this...snow in April?
Where are the gentle showers for thirsting flowers?
All I wanted was a cool and gentle breeze
While I attended my daughter's soccer game.
But what I got was the bitter cold accompanied by ferocious wind
That blankets can scarcely protect.
Spring, I miss you
And your mild and cheerful temperature
I fear that you will go too quickly
And all that is left will be the scorching heat of Summer.