Opossum shouts early

Groundhog squeals late

Though it seems girly

I feel it is fate

Melting snow leaves us muddy

But the sun makes me turn to putty

Sun warns us the flowers will bloom

Deer will graze, dogs will chase

The breeze nips and tickles

Welcoming me with open arms

It may be fickle

But to me it has its charm

Brings joy and life

After a lackluster time

Chilly changes to frilly

where overgrown grass sways

Gently accepting change

Spring is near

Maybe this time it will

last forever and remain with me

But alas, the scarcity of it

Brings the ultimate love

Nature lets us see

If only occasionally