Melting

The snow is melting in the sun

While strollers stroll and runners run.

The thaw, it feels like, has begun

But we can’t get too cozy.

 

For way before the melting’s done

And kids have had their snowball fun,

The weather wheel just might be spun

And things won’t look so rosy.

 

In wintertime, we jump the gun

And think that somehow we have won

When it warms up, but it can stun;

Tomorrow might be frozy!