Briskly Winter said to Spring,
“Hey, listen, one more thing,
I know April’s your big reveal
But maybe we can strike a deal.
By now I’m usually on my way,
Storing up my cold and grey,
I rest up in the stratosphere
Then head to the Southern Hemisphere.
But this year I would love to stay.
I promise I’ll be out by May.
You know they love me in December
Singing ‘Let it Snow!’ – Oh I remember
Their joy to find on Christmas Day
I’d sent my snowflakes out to play.
I’m dreaming of white Easter thrills,
Perhaps some frosted daffodils.”

Then Spring in graceful song replied,
“Ok Sir Winter, I’ll abide
You may let your cold winds blow
I’ll even let you send your snow
But be warned that you will find
Humans have a fickle mind
White January hills are fun,
But by mid-March most everyone
Has tucked away their skis and sleds.
They’re cleaning out their garden sheds.
So I’ll hold back my balmy breezes
Till May when your cold reign unfreezes
And then you must be out the door –
Not even one small snowflake more.
With Fall you can negotiate
The next time they accumulate.”

“Oh and Winter, one last thing –
Next February when hearts sing
Of roses red and love so true
I’d like perhaps a week or two.”

I actually wrote this poem on April 10th, 2018. Uncanny that it somewhat fits today’s NaPoWriMo prompt, exactly a year later. I was too flabbergasted that my poem from yesterday was featured to write something new today!