I am unconvinced of spring
for winter still is here
despite the dates
there’s fire in grates 
and a chill wind cold and clear

no green shoots have emerged 
in fact the ground is bare
not moist and soft,but hard and dry
grass brown from frost and rare 

the birds are still very quiet
the animals briefly appear
the skies are heavy and silent
rain and sleet is always near

clothes are layered and warm
boots are waterproof and thick
beanies and hats are permanent
raincoats and parkas are slick

and in amongst this extension
of winter into spring
I just want to mention
this weather makes me sing

Apologies dVerse - I linked the wrong poem. Try the next one.