Chitown

Chicago's always gorgeous in the spring.
It hardly ever feels that way, of course;
No one turns off their heat or anything,
Because the wind still blows with near-gale force,
But looking at it sure is lovely then.
The sun is shining high through clear blue skies
And greenery has just regrown again
To catch and then delight our prying eyes.
The whole world seems in bloom and subtly right
Assuming you just look out from inside
Reveling in seeming warmth and light,
And not out there to see the sun has lied,
Hiding the chill in suits of bright array:
The winter hasn't wholly gone away.