On the Brink

The days are getting longer;
The sky’s remaining light.
It feels like spring’s arrived
But Mother Nature says – not quite!

The temperature’s still chilly;
The wind chill ruddies cheeks.
The calendar confirms that spring
Is not for a few weeks.

Yet birds have started chirping
And buds are on the trees.
Puddles keep their liquid form
And just refuse to freeze.

Although I love the winter,
I’m tantalized to think
That seasons are about to switch
And spring is on the brink.