Spring?

I look out the window

The grass is bright green.

The forsythia’s blooming

A big yellow scream.

Daffodils trumpet proudly

In squadrons they stand.

Periwinkle blooms

Lavender carpets the land.

The sun’s shining brightly

High up in the sky.

From inside it looks

Like spring’s best try.

Excited, I step outside

To the cloudless blue.

The cold slaps my face

And I scream FU.