Beautiful in her own way,
the winter sorceress begrudgingly leaves.
Spring has struggled to find its way in,
it seems to be what everyone believes.
She leaves behind a little token
that could present its gift at any time.
The threat of it still hangs in the air,
to unleash it now would just be a crime.
Exit she must, she can’t overstay,
the warm Spring sun is high up in the sky.
As it chases her out she glares back
as if to say this is not yet good-bye.
Beware of Spring fever in the air,
sometimes it’s just her cruel little trick.
Her token could burst at anytime,
once again the world could be cold and slick.