Wait and See

I know it's February because the radio told me so
But today the air was clear and the sun was high.
There was no wind to notice nor flecks of rain
and the birds sang loud as they wheeled about in the sky.

It must be global warming messing with the seasons
As spring comes in early and the buds begin to show.
I feel my soul getting easy and I relax
But mindful that even yet there could come snow.

It has happened before and new shoots died
As the cold weather snapped back at we fools
Who had dug out the garden benches and brollies
And had made plans for mowers and tools.

Far better to wait and let more days go by
To see if the moods of the weather gods settle.
Enjoy the changing vista of fields and gardens
From behind window glass waiting for the kettle.