By Brookshire McDonald
“April showers bring May flowers”
The ancient saying goes.
Where to find it etched in stone
No one really knows.
‘Tis the year 2023 and to now
The weather has changed day to day.
The weathermen smile as they aim for perfection
In what they say.
But even they face a dilemma
With predictions they roll out,
‘Cause minute to minute changes
Seem to be what the weather’s all about.
The daffodils seem as confused
As anyone at all
As to when to bloom
After having been planted in the fall.
In Feb. the warm weather came
As never before;
Winter stayed hibernating
As records were broken galore.
Taking this as their sign
To poke their heads,
Daffodils began blooming
From everyone’s beds.
April moves into May
But blooming daffodils are now past.
Maybe no saying
Should forever last.
“Record warmth in Feb. preludes snow in March”
Has proved to go well
Until the future creates
A much different spell.
OR changing the dates for seasons
Year in and year out,
May be the solution
Without a doubt!
Most probably in the past
You did hear
The first robin bird seen
Means spring is near.
Not to ask the following
I would be remiss
Who would be delegated to reveal to the robins
All of this?
Spring, winter, summer, fall
Come on down south all of y’all!
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