A little rhyme of spring

I'll write for you a little rhyme of spring;
a villanelle will serve to tell it well,
of birds not ready to return or sing.

Oh, to the charms of winter do we cling,
when every other day schneeflochen fell?
Oh, yes, I'll write a little rhyme of spring.

Thoughts of spring house cleaning it can bring,
Of vacuum, mop, and paintbrush it may tell,
or birds not ready to return or sing.

Exciting thoughts of snow balls just take wing,
and, anyway, they weren't received too well.
So I'll keep writing fantasies of spring.

Soon we'll see old winter taken out as king,
and hear reported now how much rain fell.
And birds are ready to return and sing.

When I get charged up to go bicycling,
a villanelle will serve to tell it well.
Then to the picture, cheers I'll surely bring,
and, like the birds, I will rejoice and sing.