It’s useless to put all my sweaters away.
They tell me it’s spring, but it’s snowing.
I want to get out all my gardening gear,
but all of my flowers are hiding.
It’s useless to lace up my hiking boots.
The trails are icy and slippery.
Even the deer wear their ice skates.
The postman is using a snowboard.
Maybe this weather will take a vacation
before the summer fun starts.
published in Iceberg's Poetry
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