Poetry Challenge #26: Spring Poem

Well, chickadees, whether the weather in your backyard is indicative of it or not, the calendar claims it is spring, so with that comes my challenge to write a poem in reflection of that fact. Because I am in one of the unfortunate areas that suffers from some season-identity crisis every time the seasons change, my poem will echo that, but yours can be as joyous or not as you desire. As always, this theme-based challenge only has that single requirement, so feel free to use any sort of form or rhyme scheme that tickles your fancy.

Here's my effort:

Walking 'round in my winter coat

one time more than I hoped I would,

it occurred to me that seasons should

change like channels on TV,

not like stations on the radio,

cold static bleeding over into the sweet

melodies of warmer times.

Yet signs of victory abound,

despite defiant wintry gasps:

trees show signs of verdant green

and some bold ones even sport blooms;

the grass is showing signs of life

and flowers have unearthed themselves.

As I gaze on the fledgling leaves

presenting trees in the manner

of Monet, with delicate flecks of emerald

seeming to dance before my eyes,

I glimpse the blue beyond the grey

of clouds threatening rain over my head,

and dream of days not long from now

when warmth will win, the winter dead.