Sonnet: A Phantom Spring Poem by Richard St. Clair

Midwinter sun breaks through the nimbus cloud
And steals away the January chill,
Though soon enough I’m sure the weather will
Avenge the thaw, returning with a rowdy
Blast of snow and ice; I care not for
The cold; I’m not an arctic bear or fox
That thrives in such conditions, taking walks
Along a glacial path or icy shore.

I live for spring! I know this fading melt
Is just a taste of warmer days to come
And know the buds will not burst forth for some
Time; yet their stirring life is almost felt:
And though this phantom spring is just a tease,
I’ll celebrate it briefly, if you please.