Poetry Month, Day 3: Ode to False Spring

Wrote this poem for Ethical ELA’s VerseLove. Today’s task was to borrow a rhyme scheme from another poem or song, then “golden shovel” the last words into a new rhyming poem.

I really did want to come up with something deep and pithy. Clever, however, butted in line and stole Pithy’s number at the deli counter. So…here it is:

Ode to False Spring
after Robert Frost

Spring is here, the weather is fair
And many Chicagoans claim
That sandals and shorts are ready to wear
(Though I really could not say the same)

For each April morning, I lazily lay,
The sky through my window still black;
I think, I could better leap into the day
If only the sunlight came back.

Instead I will stretch, I will yawn and will sigh
Pondering the day to come hence;
To dress warm? Dress cold? (Between you and I,
It’s not gonna make any difference.)