Overdue

While buds are waiting to renew,
a long and nasty winter reigns,
its chill is sweeping through the plains,
for spring again is overdue.

Bare branches linger in a queue
that's filled with nature's growing pains;
when sunshine overcomes its chains
the vernal season will debut.

The psyche of the world relies
on seasons changing right on time;
without our seeing sunny skies
we feel abused by Nature's crime.
and finally with cold's demise 
we bask in glowing warmth, sublime.

Published in "A Splendid Alternative" and "Eloquence"
By Jack Huber- All rights reserved

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