(This is just a short little thing.)

Is this just the false spring?
A little afraid to let my heart sing.
The birds have not yet returned home
From where it was they often roam.

But we are almost free of our icey prison
Which kept us here stuck in our indecision.
Kept us safe from the things out there
Trapped us in our cozy lair.

It might be time to try again.
But don’t be surprised if the snow flies again.
And just know if white does sow
It won’t last long enough to keep you low.