Adieu!  

I saw the Easter sky today
Bring her rosy gold to the air
In her old fashioned, wholesome way,
At which I could not help but stare.
And be sure that glance was jaunty,
From the chill of the patio,
As the clouds behaved Bacchante
Amid the twilight evening glow,
For nature seemed to celebrate
Her standard seasonal status...
As a meteorologically great...
Life form breathing apparatus,
Working hard, all the live long day...
Blowing geriatric winter away!