by Dan Ankers
A yo-yo of sorts, have you got no shame?
you've got no concern, for the people who yearn
for the sunlight that burns, with a warmth from God
Hot enough to bake the earth, but moist enough outside
for greenery to thrive.
Spring, on a string
Won't you make up your mind?
We've had enough of snow, and the cold is getting old
This whole season is unreasonably persistent
And my tolerance for vacillations like this are non-existent
Make up your MIND!
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