The Starting End

Mother Nature befriends me
Pretending she‘s Spring
In January, pray tell
Let me ask just one thing:

Has she thrown out of tune
The trees, birds and cold air
Just so that I
Could escape winters glare
Of late day darkness
When sun loses fight
Sets down below
For the bitter of night

Crystal blue is the sky
Lady yellow shines through
Warmth all around
Morning has dew

It’s all wrong
It’s all off
The season has changed
I doubt natures happy
stuck in winters refrain

I won’t tell the Trees, the birds
Not a thing
We’ll whisper them back
In time for true Spring