A sad poem

Weatherman reports
a sudden change in season
Weather’s cruel act of treason.
Gray clouds loom heavy over a happy head
The bird’s feathers have turned ashy lead
Songs turned to bouts of breathing shallow
Spring fields turned fallow
Melancholic rainbows across the sky
Just when it was time to fly.

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