Almost Spring

It’s two more weeks ‘til spring is real
Despite the way today did feel.
I saw some bulbs begin to sprout
And many branches’ buds were out.
There were jackets made of leather;
Down abandoned in this weather.
I enjoyed an ice cream cone
And noticed I was not alone.
New York snow has all but melted.
Folks were hatless; coats unbelted.
Birds were chirping, which equates
To seeing guys on bikes and skates.
Winter has two weeks to go
But I’m convinced it’s gone, although
It may yet plan a sneak attack,
Surprise us all and come on back.
I hope it turns out I am right
And it slinks off without a fight.
We’ve had enough of winter’s sting,
So let’s enjoy this almost spring.