As certain as death and taxes
Spring will come busting in the front door
all fresh and green somewhere else
Here in Chicago it comes dragging through
the grimy streets like a teenage thug
sullen and morose smelling like
a dumpster behind a meat market
raw and red-eyed as a wino on the skids
But what the hell! Isn't that the charm
of a metropolis built on wasteland
near a great lake? Another pewter
day like most of February
dull and without spark at all
a nightmare city in gray tones
But after Spring gasps to a close
we can look with audacious hope
for Summer!
Michael Pruchnicki
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-will-come-busting-in/
