by Jim Farfaglia
March Into Summer
When we fight the morning fog
and not a blinding snowstorm.
When peepers chirp and find a mate
though spring has not been born.
When May flowers break through the ground
well ahead of April raindrops.
When walking ‘round the bridges
brings on sweat that never stops,
then we know our weather’s gone amiss
which makes us start to wonder
what we’ll all be talking ‘bout
when we finally get to summer.