No thunder
No wonder
No sprinkle of rain
Only thing happening
Is the Sun’s
Trying to explain
Why this morning – is
Cold – blustery – and
Not letting go
Springtime – Springtime
Where are you
We are calling your name
Wander along
The beach
To proclaim
Jack Frost is still with us
Taunting and Teasing us – and
Doesn’t want to let go
