Winter still

A poem between seasons

Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

Is what we know of Winter gone
The air seems a bit more warm
Or is it just a passing gift
Before the chill of another storm

There are those that wish for Spring
Though there are some that prefer what is
They gather together in song to sing
With coats wide open they enjoy the frizz

So is the way of many we know
They like the cold the wind the snow
Then there are those whose toes say nay
They would like the warmer brighter days

Nature will give us a peak real soon
As the temperature rises with the sun at noon
She will remind us with grass and flowers green
Displaying the beauty and the warmth of Spring.

— WOLRAD

(A poem from the Wolrad collection #397)