First Day of Spring

Today is spring and here’s the thing –
It seems to play the part.
The weather’s slightly warmer
And it’s sunny – that’s a start.

Some buds have poked up from the soil
And birds have started singing.
I ditched my scarf and hat
But to my turtlenecks, I’m clinging.

For I am not the trusting sort
And spring’s a fickle season.
Tomorrow may be cold again –
There is no rhyme or reason.

So though we all should welcome spring
And hope it’s here for good,
Before I pack my wools away,
I think I’ll knock on wood.