SPRING
by Peter Brav
I’ve had enough of the white stuff
Frigid, miserable bite stuff
Bing Crosby, Danny Kaye, Rudolph light fluff
If I wanted frozen hands and eyes
If I wanted aching shovel backs
If I wanted weather weather everywhere
Meteorologists warning me of sights unseen
Knocking traffic, sports and other chaos
From the screen
Polar Vortex inside my beaten Gore-Tex
If I wanted to live in Minnesota
Well then, I guess I would have
Turn the clock forward please
Do it now, I’m on my knees
Give me the pink dresses
Smiling young lover Central Park caresses
Outdoor school recesses
And easy forming smiles
Lilies sprouting, umpires shouting
And the dogs really do want to go outside
We will walk the High Line
And live the high life
We will live and let love
Again
This time I will appreciate
This time I will remember
You made your point back in December
The rest has been a bit of overkill, don’t you think?
We will raise our glasses any warm day now
And toast nature’s power
Her cruel sense of humor
But another snowstorm’s coming Sunday
Making this spring just so much rumor