You asked for it.

Oh it's so cold.

It's grey

It's rainy

It's snowing

I can't wait for spring.

The complainers -

Wishing away 

this time of rest

granted to us by winter.

Stay in the house

by your fire

in your warm bed.

Sit in your chair

read your your books and

papers, 

without guilty feelings 

of outside work calling you.

But now, something's 

stirring.

They've turned the clocks forward

already.

The ground is soft from the winter  rains

Green things are showing up

Spring.

Time for you to: 

rake the leaves left from fall

put down new compost

spread your seeds for grass

that you must cut - weekly

pull the weeds from the beds

repair the fence, the timbers,

trim the shrubs

the trees

maybe power wash the sidewalk, the house

paint the shed door,

paint the porch

And spring cleaning:

the carpets

the windows

airing the rooms

painting walls?

And your car -

needs a wash

inside and out

But you love the spring

You say.

You love the outdoors

the fresh air

the sunshine

the endless chores

And what follows - 

summer's heat 

the weeds,

the grass cutting,

the endless chores

until finally you long for

winter's rest. 

(c) GMK

3/9/2015