bloomington, indiana / 55℉ - cloudy

a hungry spring

approaches the table,

asks for a seat at the banquet.

a full but not quite

satisfied

winter

dabs the corner of his mouth

with a napkin

mumbles 'not yet'

then grabs still more with both hands

spring turns away

and sighs.

just a little longer

she thinks

just a little longer

This poem is part of the A to Z blog challenge. Every day (except Sunday) I'll post a new weather forecast poem. Have a suggestion for a city? Contact me with a suggestion, and it might make the list.