The weather lately here in Minnesota cannot decide whether it wants to be spring or winter. One day hot, the next day cold. I think there should be a "between" season here. Truly does seem to effect one's mood. Here's my take:
Minnesota Between Seasons
Between seasons
The snow falls
just enough
to make the grass visible
through spots of white.
Between seasons
trees display their buds
But the cold keeps
appearing and going
like a fickle lover
unable to decide.
And the heart dances
In moments of warmth,
and hope,
only to once again
be shrouded in chilly rains,
and a timeless sense of woe.
Between seasons
we wait for the sun,
Waiting for things,
for once,
to be as we expect,
to be
as we yearn.
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