The cruelty of spring

winter should go out whimpering,
tail between its legs, hopefully in February
but instead, it comes back, teeth bared, growling
with icy sleet and slush, a wind that bites
Spring is so cruel,
her flowers tilting towards the sun
only to be crushed under heavy snow,
stems brittle from freeze, slumping in
the warmth which surely comes.
Oh Spring, come quickly and stay
chase Winter away.