Not yet spring

Not Yet Spring

Leaves are adjacent
The sun is cold
I'm behooved to wear mittens
This scene is getting old

The last piles of snow
Are annoyingly crunchy
The ice-coated grass
Is dull coloured and bunchy

A faint sound in the distance
Is the chirping of a bird
He is extremely high pitched
He is trying to be heard

The snow is
Thin ice on a lake
The trees might
Be starting to wake

The low rumble of cars
is like an earthquake to those
who live under the ground
and have not yet rose

I wish it was summer
or really anything
Just not this dreary weather
of not yet spring