Springtime in New England


At the end of winters dreadful dreary,
the season that makes most so weary,
an awaited springtime has begun,
filled with flowers, wind and sun.

The days grow warmer,
all the snow melts,
The people trade out jackets,
for cute shorts and belts.

We make it a month,
maybe a week and a half more,
and we quickly forget,
winter storms from before.

Then one day we hear
a forecast "Nor-eastern"
and dreadfully realize,
there'll be snow until Easter.

We wake the next morning,
knowing just what will be,
springtime is gone,
only winter we see.

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