Spring not Sprung

A seemingly somnolent sun seems unable to burn off the morning mist
leaving the afternoon looking listless while cool brisk breezes reminds us winter has not yet waned.
Bare brown tree limbs silhouetted against pale blue sky, buds reluctant to unfurl their verdant green foliage fearing one final frost.
The occasional crocus cautiously pushes through cold earth,
mindful of the calendar’s calling.
Soon spring’s slow sashay should turn into a samba
and the countryside will be painted with palette of cheerful colours.