These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Pirouette: "The Chill of Spring"

You opened up the green.
You said, "It's time to go.
The cold must take a hike,
these months until return."
But cold would not relent.

But cold would not relent.
It made its presence known.
It nipped at summer flow'rs.
The frost did not return,
just respite 'fore the heat.

by Jay O’Toole
on May 13th, 2021