The sunshine gleams so bright and warm,
The sky is blue and clear.
I run outdoors without a coat,
And spring is almost here.
Then before I know it,
Small clouds have blown together,
Till the sun just can't get through them,
And again, it's mitten weather.
This poem reminds me of the past few weeks. I put on short sleeves as it is warm. But grab a light jacket "in case". Over the course of the day, the jacket is off and on many times.
In a couple more weeks, I will have my flowers potted and arranged, and the magic of the sunshine will keep them growing and me warm.