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.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.