PLEASE COME, SPRING!

We do love snow, and winter sometimes wins

our prize for pristine beauty, but

today we hope that spring begins

tomorrow. We need to sing and strut

in warmth and sunshine. We would like

to stroll on silken grass and ride our bikes

down pleasant streets. We want to take a hike

up springtime hills. We’re shouting “Yikes!

We’re sick of snow and ice! We need spring

to come! We need to hear the robins sing!”