There once were four seasons
All in their places
Now bold storms blow in
And each gale erases
The last hour’s glimmer
Of sunshine and hope
And wet, heavy snow
Coats every slope.
Stunned hummingbirds
Flutter frail wings
And fight the assault
Each new cruel gust brings.
O Spring, don’t give up
This most unfair fight!
We’re rooting for you,
We pray every night
For some vernal vict’ry,
Some justice for you
And—dare we hope?—
A flower or two.