Is it Really Spring?
The wind roars like a
bear in the chimney,
rain taps the window
with long fingers,
daffodil heads hang
dripping silent tears,
small and large puddles
dance with frenzy,
green grass shoots appear
rain drowned...wind whipped,
birds chanting loudly
"Begone Winters Chill,"
grey sky umbrella
aides the dreary day.
Is it really spring?