March eased its way in, careful not to alert anyone of its intentions

It began with cloudy gray-skies, tear-drops falling from the eyes

Of whoever thought it would be fun, for Spring to try and “jump the gun”

There was a weekend of shine, and sun, lives were brightened, mine was one

Unfortunate souls who had just begun, to think that Spring had actually come

Darkness returned; the games were done, life was miserable once again

Just waiting for Winter to end, Spring left us not knowing when

Happiness would not be a thing of the past, hope not dwindling like the color of the grass

Mother Nature broke our hearts, with the torment of that false start

I just want to see the Sun once more, is that really too much to ask for?

This is Nature’s punishment for our sins, I forgot to mention