I look through the window
At the sunny “outside.”
Azaleas in pink and scarlet,
Bright and spring-fresh.
Buds and catkins on the trees;
Spring beauties cover the lawn.
A perfect near-spring day, it looks.
I step outside and —oh!
Sharp cold hits my nose!
The wind shakes branches and stems,
Sends leaves and catkins down the street.
I sit in the sun, an attempt
To benefit from apricity.
I’m reminded that it is winter still.