Shoulder Season

 
Late April, and flakes are falling down thick -
this snow is so useless, it just doesn’t stick.
A wee fraction warmer, and it turns into rain,
but too cold to bring plants to life again.
Frustration with this hideous season grows
just like that big headache right over my nose.
Impatient, I turn on some nature sounds -
oceans and crickets make pleasure abound,
dreaming of campfires and long summer nights,
or toboggans and snowmen, winter’s delights.
Those seasons have joys - but this one in between
is just muddy and ugly and chilly and mean.
But before I curse springtime, I must recall this:
it takes broad shoulders to bear summer’s bliss.