Mother lied to us again
Promised us 40 degrees
And said the sun would
Shine. It is 26 degrees
And gray. The wind did
Blow but it was not promised
It blew the green-blue lake
Water onto the shoreline
Snow turning it to a shade
Of dirty avocado. Already
Feeling gloomy, this added
To our frustration. Our
Patience was not paid off.
We have endured a higher
Degree of ice and snow
Missed the January thaw
And felt content waiting
For March to go out like a lamb
All things are not as they
Should be and the groundhog
Does not lie even though he
Is liberal in his forecasts
This will end. It always does
Soon we will hear the song birds
And flowers will hail the
New season
Stanski on April 2, 2022 ^