January is the harshest, biting cold opens the year

Fifty below or lower, nearly freezes off your rear

I live in Minnesota, known as the deep Freeze state

So when I think of Springtime, I think about the wait


Valentine's Day comes, hearts bloom despite the cold

St Patty's Day brings nothing green ~ This season's getting old

  I think of going somewhere south, but lose a long debate

When I come back, I'd still be cold and truly hate the wait


Easter's always lovely, but we have to stay inside 

I'm dreaming about flowers, that don't look like they died

Mother's Day is here, and a nice day would be great
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Instead we get more snow; my four letter word is, "wait"


There's nothing much to do, except eat until I pop 

I'd like to plant my flowers, but not standing in the slop.

The end of May, the sun is out, it should be for this date

But colder still than normal, and I'm tired of the wait


We're into June and it is hot; it's Minnesota weather

Mother Nature has decided, to skip Spring all together

I've lived here all my life; not like we don't know our fate

Enjoy it then, 'cause in four months, I'll start another wait