The calendar says April
But it’s winter once again,
Although the bulbs are up and bears
Have likely left the den.
I bundled up to take my walk
With scarf and gloves and hood,
Not attired for the season
As I would have thought I should.
It’s a poke by Mother Nature,
A reminder we should not
Get complacent for what we expect
Might not be what we’ve got.
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