The Cruelty of Springtime

we bask in sunshine, take off our heavy coats,

watch seedlings sprout, bikes creaky from a

winter off weave down the sidewalks, we rejoice.

a cold wind blows through our skimpy blouses,

blossoms fall from trees, our coffees cool quickly

as we rush back to our cozy offices, we sit

inside glumly watching the thermometer drop.

Spring, so cruel.