False Alarm

April is acting like March. I guess we are paying for the nice, warm weather we had in January as winter tries to reclaim the time it exchanged with spring back then. The coating of snow we had this morning and fierce Nor'easter we are having today reminded me of a poem I clipped from some forgotten source years ago.

False Alarm

Now snowsuit knees begin to fray
And mitten pairs go half astray
And tots exhibit feet of clay;

Now idle sleds commence to rust
And roller skates become a must,
Returning robins readjust;

Now sunshine graces each demeanor
And muddy lawns grow daily greener,
We send our woolens to the cleaner;

In readiness the earth awaits
Spring's bonus days at bargain rates;
Poised are the poet laureates

Their vernal verses to compose
Reviewing novel rhymes for rose
In cadence clear, yet grandoise;

And then it snows.