Although It's Spring

Although it's spring, the trees are bare;
The house retains a chill.
Though promised warmth is in the air,
I wear a sweater still.

Although it's spring, the daffodils
Have not their yellows shown
And I've not heard the chirps and trills
Of birds who south have flown.

Although it's spring, my short-sleeved tees
Are waiting to be worn 
And dandelions on a breeze
Aren't ready to be borne.

The calendar reminds us that
This season's meant to bring
Such joy, which isn't where it's at
Right now, although it's spring.