Hornswoggled

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Hornswoggled

Earlier and earlier

every day,

I perceive the sky

lightening, brightening.

And the air fills

with trills of birdsong.

Peepers keep piping

the whole night long.

The calendar claims

it’s plainly spring,

but here’s the thing:

Even April admits

she’s a bit of a tease.

She relishes taunting.

She’ll flaunt a warm breeze

then crack you a wallop

that brings on a sneeze,

dropping you

to your knees.

Take today, for example:

all afternoon

it hasn’t been nice

falling pellets of ice

suggest spring’s

been enjoined;

or, perhaps

purloined –

fully pilfered,

swiped, nipped.

Either way,

I feel gypped.

PSC / 2019-Apr