The Sun is warm
But the air is cold
The daffodils cower beneath
Their curled-in leaves

The forsythia will not show
No crocuses even yet!
The East wind blows cold
Every night chills to frost

The ground has re-frozen
Unyielding and hard
Winter unrelenting
Has us gripped in its fold

As each day grows longer
We wonder, "where is Spring?"
When will gaiety and joy
Return with loving arms again?

4/10/18

(An unfortunate sequel to March Snow) © Huw Powell
printed 15 January 2025

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