Food for Thought-The Clouds Are Askew

Something askance,
Clouds askew,
We’ve skipped winter,
Bid snow adieu,
Spring arose,
Above the fence,
With clouds and wind,
Arriving from whence,
Places far and unseen,
Our Winter became past tense,
Yet seems to remain,
On March days,
Despite protestations,
Of seasonal change.

–Richard Bryant