I’m tired of writing poems
on the weather
trying to tell you
about the robins
yesterday on the lawn
around suppertime
or the wind
warm for once
Even if it is
the second day of Spring
I never believe you when you say
the forecast calls for sun
not until May at least
when these winds die down
and the ground under the robins
is less muddy
~ c.p.grisold
© 2006