Fooled, Again

Aren't we just the naive ones? 
Revelling in spring's sweet arrival
glorying in the warming sun
the kinder winds, the mellowing
temperatures and the melting snow
and ice. How fascinating to see
fresh green shoots wasting no time
erupting from the garden soil
eager to flaunt the colours of
tulips, crocuses and daffodils
and in the woods, the forest floor
is being revealed at long last
birds singing Hallelujah! it's spring.
Spring connoisseurs beside themselves
with anticipation feast their eyes
and ears on all these signals,
breathing the fragrance of new
life on the cusp of becoming. How
devastating that our short memories
failed to urge caution over March
expectations when curmudgeonly 
winter has not yet fully departed
leaving us with icy gales, freezing
rain and snow tumbling out of
pewter skies still in the miserable
grip of persistent, gleeful winter.