The day comes earlier 

Birds fill the air 

A chill is hanging on 

To the back of the wind

As winter tries to linger 

You see it’s defeat as the 

Ground thaws beneath my feet 

The need for mittens and hot chocolate deplete 

As the sun steams whats left of winter off the streets 

The trees start budding and the grass greens

The smell of the air becomes sweet

As a New Englander  I see 

a sadness to winters defeat 

knowing the peace it carries 

The quiet snow is replaced with crashing rain and echoing thunder

The calm placid river rages full of winters leftovers

I wouldn’t be so happy 

to let the peace of winter go

If i didn’t know it would return

We are locked in this endless cycle 

Helpless as the world turns