Battle of the Seasons

After freezing temperatures all winter long,

There comes a hope to drive away the gloom.

A sprinkle of sunshine, a shower of rain,

perfect to bring out the pretty blooms.

The flowers have planned a grand show,

The fragrance sends a message very clear.

The birds fly with mates and insects march in a row,

Only to find a sudden change in the atmosphere.

The flowers stand exposed, as the wind blows,

The sun takes cover behind the clouds.

A sheet of white covers the ground.

"Did you think it's spring already?", the skies think aloud.

With the stubborn cold not willing to leave,

And the eager warmth determined to stay.

Are the seasons in a battle these days,

mimicking the image we humans portray?