Cunning Spring blows hot, blows cold,
Fools us all and makes us scold!
First a sweater, then a coat,
Then a scarf to cover throat.
Next the sun will make us hot,
Shed it all and sweat a lot.
Slyly Spring you fool us all
Not unlike your sister, Fall.
Fickle, tricky, saucy dame
Still we love you just the same.
Poem and Photo Copyright Tasha Halpert