blossoms in february

there's no reason for change or alteration
but pink blossoms on the winter trees
the feel of warm moisture in the breeze
the daily changing of the solar declination
we see the change of season and station
and winter cries out urgently to cease
to move at once to a time of greater ease
no reason now for fear or perturbation
still with the time we wonder at the scene
that's set for us by hazy warmer days
when cold can strike with complete surprise
still the warm rain will shine and clean
the sun will warm us with returning rays
and fresher sights will come before our eyes