False Spring : a Poem

In the midst of winter
The sun bursts through
With an unnatural
Natural power.
Temperature rises
And blooms begin to appear
On the ground
On bushes
And in trees.
They have been fooled
By the false Spring again.

The gloom of dark chill
Is lifted
And even heavy people
Feel lighter.
Moods turn upwards
As do the corners of mouths
On old and young alike.
We have been fooled
Yet again
By the false Spring.

When it passes we remember
That we
And the nature all around us
Have been fooled before.
But it is a deception
We welcome
As a preview glimpse
Into the real Spring
That awaits.