The wind whips at my window,
leaves slapping and crushing
against the screen.

Rain and sleet strike through
to the glass-paned barrier
with unfettered force.

Is the weather voicing
its control, or just saying,
“The season is a-changing?”

Calendars noted Spring
a month ago, but by
whose authority?

Meteorology professes
there are four seasons
with distinct personalities,

But why would one believe
them genetically pure?
As wind is a common

factor, is it not likely a
season’s DNA could
cross over and mutate,

like Fall’s Indian Summer,
or flings of Spring
showing up in Winter?

If this Spring breezes by,
would a Summer Solstice
be asking too much?
Pm