Gray skies linger in testimony 
to the cold that fights for its place.
Wet green grass shifts in an angry
mid-April wind waiting for the sun.

It's all in vain, this attempted shift
in seasons, lost like a pointless race.
Spring is on the way. It cannot be
stopped with all the colors and fun.

So, dream a dream of sunshine 
as a wicked wind blows the rain.
Think of fresh-cut grass and tulips
growing free of frost and snow.

Think of walking comfortably 
with a friend to ease your pain.
We'll soon smell the fragrances
of spring through open windows.

Give me time to enjoy the blossoms
as they form on our fruit trees.
Let me smell irises and peonies
when I think I'm in a hurry.

I want to take it all in, this coming
season and its beauty. I want to see
birds build nests and fawns walk 
by the trees, watch a squirrel grab 
an acorn and a chipmunk scurry.

Spring is what I've waited for 
through all these winter months.
Now that it's around the corner
I will cherish all the moments.