The Weather

Edward Charles McDevitt

Thinking that it's Spring, I'm sensing something wrong,

Heading out the door, to hear a lovebird's song.

Everywhere I look, there's frost upon the lawn,

Why is that? It's been hours since the dawn!

Evidently, it must be the Arctic air,

Although I have no winter gear to wear.

Though Spring is here, I'm not wearing shorts,

However I can see, people playing sports.

Everyone is talking and, I hear what people say,

Rain meant for April, is coming down in May!

  • Author: Edward Charles McDevitt (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 13th, 2020 12:08
  • Comment from author about the poem: Most of you know I love Acrostic poetry. With the weather the way it is, I just had to pen something about it. I hope that you all enjoy!
  • Category: Nature
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