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What is that big orangey ball in the sky?
I sort of remember, but I can’t think why.
It’s making me squint and reach for my shades
to block out the glare of those eye-blinding rays.

Where’s it been hiding? Did it just not care?
That the greyness of winter was having more than it’s share.
And making us all wish for beaches and sand
with waves licking toes and ice creams in hand.

But wait, what is this? One cloud then another
just as I dared to begin dreaming of summer.
Tiny white flakes, and bitter winds blow
and hopes of no coats are buried in snow.