by: Allison Ewing
© 2001

It was only yesterday

I remarked to a friend

That spring was slow in coming.

I remember leaden sky,

the windís cold fingers.

Today: a day of summer,

Spring has passed us by.

The sun blazes with a vengeance

to make up for its late arrival,

To appease those tired of the cold Ė

Open windows wide, or turn up the fans.