Perversity

Spring has come according to
the calendar the daffodils keep.
Crocuses and violets spread across
the succulent lawns. Buds are fat
with sap everywhere.
Only a fool would lament for winter,
for the snow that wasn't
or the ice whose killing touch
passed us by.

Robins are looking out new
nesting holes, while geese discuss
points north. Mallards preen their new
plumage, seasonally green.
Squirrels drag out old maps
and trace the location of last year's cache.
Only the human heart can persevere
and hold on to winter
in the teeth of spring.

--for Big Tent's winter blues prompt
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