Winter is a goddamn hypocrite.
Under the name of spring, and its appearance,
He baits his hook, and once the prey has bit,
He shows himself, too late to make a clearance.
Do not believe the smiling sky above,
For it has no connection to the weather;
'Tis but the sign and merest semblance of
A hotter day, but sun and warmth together
Have many months before they will conjoin.
Do not be fooled; be sharp and be alert
For winter-spring will pass you such false coin
And if you are not careful, you'll be hurt.
Watch other signs; the snowmelt, or the grass
To see if spring has truly come to pass.
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