Oh beautiful day,
Hidden behind yon clouds,
Show me your pretty face,
And your sunny rays.
I want to see sunshine,
Not this sullen windyness.
I long for skies of blue,
And cheerful faces all around.
But all I see this day,
Is a dullness of dirty gray.
No yellow flowers nor singing robbins,
Will bob around my yard.
The wind blows so angrily today,
And sneaks within my soul.
Whistling thru the window frames,
An eerie sound all it's own.
Angry clouds hovering overhead,
Signal the first of March's fury.
In like a lion and out like a lamb,
Is how it's started this time round.
A reason only felt by me,
And maybe a few others too.
This Spring will certainly be,
One of a dangerous quality.
Last Winter was a harsh one for us,
And for many in this U. S. of A.
That usually signals,
Something bad comes this way.
I can't tell you how I know,
It's just a feeling in my bones.
I fear we may have one more bad snow,
Cause my cat has not yet shed her fur don't you know.
Animals seem to sense,
Changes in the seasons.
How they accurately do this,
Only God seems to know.
I truly do not like,
Any bad weather at all.
I prefer sunshine's sweet warmth,
And the smells of bouquet in the air.
Surely Mother Nature,
Wants us to know,
Any time she wishes,
She can give us a throw.
I don't really mind,
The wind and rain.
But I would very much rather,
She left all the rest alone.
I love Spring and Summer,
As I've said many times before.
But I certainly do wish,
We could skip this angry March.
by Jann Newland
(copyright/2002)
